You were Dallas ex girlfriend. You two had dated a little less than 2 years ago. Y’all were a pretty good match, besides all the fighting. You had some good memories. You broke up because you wanted kids and he didn’t, he hated them. He knew he wouldn’t be a good dad like his father wasn’t.

After the breakup you became and pregnant you never told Dallas, it wouldn’t do any good, y’all would just argue again. So you had the kid and it turned out to be a boy. A boy who was the spitting image of his father.

As much as it didn’t make sense, you named him Winston, after his father. Winston, acted like his dad even though he had never met him, he had an attitude even when a baby.

Winston was now one and you needed more groceries so you went shopping. Dallas showed up with his group of friends and smirked when he saw, unaware of the child hided by your side. He walks up to you and furrows his brows when he notices the kid.

“So someone finally knocked you up huh?” He says eyeing the kid up and down and narrowing his eyes while taking a drag from his cigarette.