Y/C/N - your child's name
Time skip 4 years later
My gorgeous baby boy was born on the 17th July, his black hair and brown eyes reminded me so much of Dylan.
I had dated a couple guys in the past but they just weren't for me, Y/C/N was always asking 'where's dada?' But it just broke my heart. I was going to tell him someday, but not whilst he was still young.
"Alright hunny, we're gonna go and see uncle Tyler? Huh?" I smile.
He nods his head playfully. Smiling.
"Right lets go." I lock the front door and fold his pram up, taking ahold of Y/C/N's hand.
I put the pram in the boot and strap Y/C/N in his car seat.
"Mama?" He asks.
"Yes, sweetheart?" I ask.
"When in front seat?" He asks again, his lips curved into a toothy smile.
"When your older." I say, strapping myself in and then starting the car.
After a fifteen minute drive I pull into Tyler's driveway. There was a different car parked there too, wonder if he got himself a girlfriend.
I pick Y/C/N up out of the car and then walk through the door, putting Y/C/N down as he squirms to get out of my arms, wanting to run to Tyler.
I walk through the living room door and I'm met with four eyes, Tyler and...Dylan?
Gosh he's changed so much, his hair longer, stubble easily shown on his face.
"Hey, Tyler. You didn't say he was coming." I say, taking a seat next to him on the couch, him playing with Y/C/N.
"Well, I was just about to text you, but it's too late now." He sighs.
"That's fine, shall I come back later?" I ask.
"No, no...that's fine." Tyler says, Dylan looking up.
Y/C/N was being super cautious as there was a new person in the room that he didn't know.
"Hey, little guy." Dylan says smiling.
I stare at him coldly.
No messages, no calls. Nothing. And now he wants to talk to my baby.
"Mama look! New boy." Y/C/N squeals.
"Yeah, go say hi." I smile and lightly push him a little closer to where Dylan was sat. But in my head I wanted to leave, just like Dylan did to me.
"Hi." Y/C/N says quietly.
"Hi, do you know who I am?" He asks, looking at me, smiling.
I let out a sigh and turn my head to face the Tv.
Dylan frowns from the corner of my eye.
"Uncwle Tywers brover?".
"No, no. I'm your dada." Dylan says softly, taking Y/C/N's small hand.
"Mama, dada.".
"Come on, we're leaving." I say, getting up of the couch and picking up Y/C/N.
"Please." Dylan whimpers.
"No, Dylan. Don't start with this shit." I say.
"Shit!" Y/C/N shouts.
"No baby don't say that," I say "I'm so sorry Tyler, I'll call you.".
"Y/N, please don't leave." Dylan whimpers again.
I rush out the door, a tear falling from my eye, I quickly put in Y/C/N's seatbelt on and then jump into my side.
