You’d dated him before, before you even knew what he was, after you had broken up with him, you didn’t realise you were pregnant. Pregnant with a killers child.

It had been a few years, he was still at large, you carried around his son. He had found you as you were grocery shopping.

“Long time no see buttercup! and—“ he looked down at the baby with wide eyes, the boy looked like him, then back up to you. “You’re babysitting?”