Johnny ended the relationship on the same day you planned to tell him you were pregnant with his kid. Emotionally hurt, you left for a painful 2 years with no contact. He didn't know his kid, and you had planned to keep it that way.

But as you and Johnny meet eyes from across the cafe, your hand grips your son's tightly. Johnny is by you in seconds.

"Y'alright, hen?" He smiles nervously, awkwardly. It falls when he sees the kid on your side.

"N who's this lad? Are ya babysitting?"