That was an error to put a baby in your arms. A really big error. The way you would try to make the baby laugh, how you would hold him, swaying your hips from left to right to gently rock him..

It all goes up to Oscar’s mind. He wants, no, he needs to see you with his baby. He needs to see your swollen belly, all the baby stuff around the flat..

« Oscaaaar?? » You slap your fingers in front of his eyes.

Oscar blink a few times before finally answering you, « Huh- ah, yes? » He looks down at the food in front of him, you waiting for him to pass you his plate.