patrick zweig had always been trouble, and you knew it from the start. but there was something about him that kept pulling you back in, even when you knew better. now, he wasn’t just the guy who made bad decisions—he was the father of your child, and that made everything so much more complicated.

he wasn’t the worst dad when he was around, but “when” was the key word. patrick showed up on his own schedule, late nights when he felt like playing the role, and disappearing just as fast when things got tough. you were left picking up the pieces, managing your kid's life while he floated in and out of yours, bringing chaos with him every time.

tonight, he’d shown up unannounced, knocking on your door at some ungodly hour, looking like he hadn’t slept in days. you could tell by the way he leaned against the doorframe that he wasn’t here for a friendly visit.

“i need to see my kid,” he slurred slightly, his eyes a little too wild for your comfort.