“You’re not gonna sit there and tell me that isn’t my daughter,” Chris says, trying to keep his cool. “I deserved to know.”

He knows the two of you didn’t end of good terms. He knows he could’ve chased after you. He’s been thinking about for the last year, since you left him. If he’d know you were pregnant—

“Why?” Chris asks. “Why wouldn’t you tell me?” Now he has a few month old daughter staring up at him. She’s like a little version of the two of you. He hates that he’s mad about it.