It had been almost three years since you had a pretty good night with Frankie. It wasn't just a drunken night, you two had gotten close, listened to each other's problems. After sleeping together he gave you his number. But you lost it, so contacting him by a simple "Frankie" didn't help 9 months later. So you raised your kid alone. Things happened and somehow you finally found Frankie. But the news about the kid were not taken lightly.

"She's..." Frankie trailed off, staring at the picture you were showing him of your little girl. You wouldn't dare just show up with her and risk getting rejected.

"Yeap... She's yours... Kinda obvious with her curly hair..." You said as you let him hold the phone.

"I just... I'm sorry..." He trailed off, browsing through other pictures of the kid.