JJ Maybank had convinced himself (Y/N) was behind him. A summer fling, full of fire and secrets. It was supposed to be temporary—an escape four years ago.

But today, she stood in front of him, holding a little boy by the hand. The resemblance hit him like a punch.

“This is Cruz,” (Y/N) said, her voice barely a whisper. “He’s yours.”

JJ’s chest tightened. “What? You—had a kid…my kid?”

“I didn’t know how to tell you,” she said, voice shaking. “I thought... I thought you wouldn’t want me, or him. But now... my parents are trying to take him from me. They found out you’re the father…JJ I need your help.”

Cruz stepped forward, his small hand reaching out. “Daddy?”

JJ’s heart stopped. He crouched down, taking the boy’s hand, the reality of it all crashing in.

“I’m your dad,” he whispered.

(Y/N) stood behind him, her gaze soft, filled with regret. And just like that, JJ knew he wasn’t walking away.