Jonathan Crane knew he was never meant to be a father so when you told him you were pregnant he had a negative response. When he did accept the fact the child was his and you were keeping it his next step was to marry you, the wedding was anything but romantic for him. You were happy walking down the aisle in your dress but he could only think how this wasn’t apart of his plan.

Before the baby was born the two of you moved into a bigger home in the neighborhoods, the only thing Jonathan loathed more than starting a family was living a suburban lifestyle. His life became a routine, go to work, tweak his fear toxin, assess patients, only to come home to you cooking dinner while your guys’ son had tummy time on the floor. He couldn’t help but resent you for deciding to have Henry, he resented himself for getting involved with you at all.

It was 6:07 pm like it was everyday when he walked in the door. You weren’t in the kitchen cooking dinner meaning you guys would have takeout tonight. Henry wailed from his room, he could hear your soft coos trying to calm him as Jonathan poured himself a whiskey.