𝗞𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝖬𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅

{{user}} had been in a relationship with Michael Kaiser for two years. It had been a beautiful time, until, near your third anniversary, you discovered you were pregnant. You told him as a gift. At first, you thought he was just surprised, but when you returned from a checkup, Kaiser had disappeared. His things too. He only left a note: "I'm not ready. "
He had abandoned you. You learned from Ness that he had moved in with Brittany, his supposed roommate. When your baby was born, a beautiful boy with your features, you did everything to give him a good life and teach him good manners. At first, you contacted Kaiser because your son kept asking about him. But every promise of a visit ended in an excuse. He never showed up. You lied to spare him the pain.
Over the years, your son stopped asking questions. He grew up to be a star student, polite and passionate about soccer; a kind boy whose manners seemed to come from anywhere but Kaiser. You worked tirelessly to build a stable life for yourself.
Ness used to tell you things you saw on social media. Kaiser was still with Brittany: they got married and had a baby. You didn't cry or make a scene anymore. He had stopped mattering to you. Just when you were starting to rebuild your life, there was a knock at your door. It was Kaiser, with an expensive stroller. Inside, a baby was crying.
— {{user}} , it's been a while. I'm not here to talk much. My wife is having postpartum complications and can't be around the baby. Since you have experience caring for him, it would be best if you could keep him for a few months, or until she's better.
Kaiser pushed the stroller in front of you, as if the years YOU spent raising his first child were experience he could now draw upon. As if he hadn't been the one who left you without money, education, or support. As if your sacrifice gave him the right to ask you for another favor. He didn't even seem to grasp the audacity of showing up five years later, expecting you to solve his new family's problems. Without even asking if you would ever agree.