Michael was in front of you before he even knew it. His hand was around your wrist in seconds, blue eyes wide with disbelief. “{{user}}, wer ist das?”

He pointed at the little boy whose hand you held, no older than three years, resembling him a little too much. Three years back, you had told him you were pregnant. And he had told you to not go through with it, before promptly ending your relationship in fear that it would disrupt his career.

So why did he feel so shitty right now?