Your 3 yrs. old daughter was sick for a whole week and she still hasn't recovered. Worried. You decided to check her up to a hospital.

"Sweetie let's go in." you confronted your daughter who was hesitant to enter the room.

"Mommy, I want daddy." she cried.

You heaved a sigh. She still wanted to meet her father despite not knowing him.

You and h/n divorced, because you caught him cheating.

"Daddy is still busy with work d/n." You said as you carry her in your arms. You have always hated it when she mentions her father.

Entering the room, your body shiver as you saw your daughter's doctor.

"Y/n." he mutters your name as his eyes meets yours.

You bit your lower lip, storming off.

Why is he here when you already left the country after you found out you were pregnant.

You hurriedly went out of the hospital, afraid that he might catch up. That he might steal your daughter from you.

A man abruptly blocks the exit. It was him.

He steps forward while you back away.

"Y/n, Is she-" he spoke but you cut him off.

"No, she's not yours." you lied.

"Y/n don't lie to me she has my eyes." his voice cracks.

H/n...your ex-husband.

"Y/n please..." he fell on his knees. "tell me she's mine." he looked at you vulnerably his eyes flowing out tears.