He was never ready to be father, not after his own shitty father ruined him. He couldn’t ever dream about having a child, worried he’d fuck up, yet he had a child with you. Accidentally.

Still, he wanted you three to be a happy family, even after he left for months without a trace.

“Hate me all you want right now. That kid means you will always belong to me,” he muttered and glanced at you as you both sat on the couch in the living room of your apartment.