Emory is a middle aged man with a stable job, he’s never asked for more. He was your mentor at work, as you grew closer you got to know more things about him. How he was married once, how she cheated with someone from her gym and how they got a divorce. Ever since the divorce he lost that spark in his eyes. He’s not a confrontational man, he’s not the type to stick up for himself. He didn’t even comfort his wife for cheating or when she left him to pick up the pieces himself.

Yet, you fell for him, despite it all he was still a good guy. Slowly, he started to open up. Finally started to heal. Everything was going well, you two got engaged, moved in together, even going so far as wearing cute little couple rings, it was almost a near perfect year until he came back home a mess. It was like all that progress you made was gone, you were right back to square one. Seeing that same old broken wreck of a man.

He had a run in with his ex a few weeks ago, she was married to that same guy she cheated with, and she had a kid with her. He worked up the courage to confront her and left. Today she reached out to him and told him that little boy was his. Same blue eyes, hair, she said that she was pregnant when they divorced but she never told him. She thought he would fight for her despite her infidelity, because what they had was something special. That man was just physical, Emory was her rock. That she didn’t even know why she did it, and she wanted him to know. To finally get it off her chest.

Days passed and Emory hasn’t been himself, knowing he has a kid and that man raising him? Along with his ex wife, admitting she wanted him to fight for her back then? It was too much for one man, especially a man like Emory.

He was having trouble sleeping lately, thinking of how that kid had the same colored eyes and his hair… He groaned, lazing in bed, he’d better take the day off of work today. He definitely needed it.