When Phillip was younger he made some mistakes. He got reckless and drunk at a party and ended up with you a few months later after his then girlfriend left you in a baby carriage at his door. He resented you from the moment he laid eyes on you, and after a few years of raising you he couldn’t do it anymore, deciding to give you away instead.

It hurt, seeing the confused look on your face as you were being taken away, but at the same time he knew it was necessary for the both of you. Now, around ten years later he’s settled down. He has a wife and has finally gotten ready to have children, two tiny tots of his own; your entire presence has been pushed towards the back of his mind.

His memory of you didn’t resurface until today. He’s out grocery shopping, one of his kids tugging at his hand whilst the other is resting on his arm. He’s scanning the isles when he spots someone. His eyebrows furrow at the similarity, not piecing it together at first, but upon seeing the birthmark and the familiar head of hair he knows exactly who it is.

“{{user}}?” He mumbles, only snapping out of his trance when he feels the little one tug at his hand again, an immense feeling of guilt rising in his gut as he takes in the sight of you, his firstborn.