I storm up the street from the hospital, teary eyes and angry to the core, when I see you walking towards me. I can feel the tears finally fall as a softer look comes over me.

“{{user}}.” I say, just loud enough that you can hear me, and lift your gaze to meet mine before wrapping you in a firm hug, burying my face into your shoulder and beginning to sob angrily.

“The baby wasn’t fucking mine!” I half scream, half sob, holding you as tightly as possible to me.