“Pregnant?” I whisper.
“Yeah.” She says, tears filling her eyes.
My first reaction is to hug her, but then I can’t.
It was my fault we were in this mess.
I needed to clear my head.
So I walked out.
I wish I didn’t.
She found comfort in a guy friend. She thought I was walking out on her.
But I wasn’t.
I just needed some space… Some time to sort things out in my head.
I needed time to adjust to the fact that I was going to be a dad.
Johnny is two now. And apparently the time we were apart, (Y/N) got close to (Your best guy friends name), and now they were dating. I was extremely jealous to see the mother of my child with another boy, because I still loved her.
So I was with Johnny at the park on one of the days I got him. He was playing around on the playground when he said “Mommy and daddy are going to see a movie tonight.”
And I fucking lost it.
My son was calling this other guy daddy.
He was not his father and would never be his father.
And I loved his mother.
So I did the natural thing, take Johnny back to (Y/N)’s house. When she walked toward us, I stopped her and kissed her. One long kiss.
She started to say something but I cut her off.
“I need us again. When I left that day you told me about Johnny, it wasn’t because I didn’t want to be with you, it was because I was upset with myself at what I did to you. I had to process some things. I still love you, and always will. Today, Johnny called (your best guy friends name) daddy. I’m his daddy. We need to be the mommy and daddy together. I miss you so much.”
Her eyes were watering. “I missed you too.”