Ten years. Ten years since you last saw him, the man who picked up the broken pieces of your shitty life and put them back together. Before him, you were a mess. Drinking, doing drugs and smoking everyday just to numb a small part of the pain constantly in your heart.

But he wouldnt let you go, and slowly healed you. But it didnt come without a price, every piece he put together in you took a piece of him too. It got too much, and one day it broke.

You hadnt had the chance to tell him you were pregnant, and decided not to say anything. You were gonna keep it, one last gift from the man you loved so much it hurt.

On a sunny thursday afternoon, going grocery shopping with your son you accidentally bumped into a man, a man with a very familiar scottish accent.