Phillip stared at the baby girl in his arms, the subtle smell of breastmilk still on her soft skin. he couldn’t hide the smile as he looked at the three month old baby, her dark hair long enough to play with. he looks back up to you, watching as you try to ignore his gaze.

Phillip didn’t even know he was a father, especially not after a one night stand. he still remembered the way your skin felt on his, the moment of affection and intensity not lost on him. his job was demanding, and getting genuine human touch was rare. Phillip watched as you brushed your hair back, sanitizing the baby girl’s milk bottles. the coo of his daughter brought him back to reality, his eyes taking in the way she looked; a perfect mix of the two of you. your dark hair and skin tone, his intense eyes and smile.

you’d barely exchanged words since Phillip entered your small home, the space perfect for a mother and her baby. he couldn’t deny he wanted more of you, like every cell in his body wanted you to be his. with the child in his arms, he was almost there.