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chapter three// i'm sorry

Mitch's hand closed around the door knob, trembling fingers pulling it open.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Brady ran up, hugging his father's legs. Mitch felt like he was going to throw up as he picked up the child, holding him in his arms.

"I love you. I- I love you so much," he whimpered, walking towards the couch. They just held onto each other for a minute or two before Mitch told his son to go play in his room for a while.

Kirstie rushed over to him, her eyes wide, "did you-"

"He won," Mitch whispered, "I don't even have part of Brady's custody. He took everything. He's taking my baby."

"Oh, honey..." she felt her own eyes brimming with tears. The two of them had been friends even before Brady, and she'd been babysitting ever since. The five year old had a strong bond with her, and now, that too was gone.

"How am I going to tell him? He's never met his father before. He's going to hate me, Kirstin!" Mitch cried out, burying his face into her shoulder and crying weakly. His energy had been drained at the courtroom.

"Your son would never hate you," she pulled his face into her hands, staring him dead in the eye, "you are going to make sure that Scott takes care of Brady to the best of his abilities. You carried that child in your body for nine months when Scott wanted him dead. You were there for your son even before he was born, so you are sure as hell going to be there for him even if he doesn't live in the same house. And hey, if Scott is unfit as a parent, Brady is yours. Brady will always love you, honey."

Mitch managed to smile, nodding, unsure if he was trying more to convince himself or Kirstie that he believed what she said.

They pulled away and sat in silence for a few moments before he broke the quiet again.

"Can you please... please stay with me while I tell him. He's never even met his other father before, and now he has to live with him. That's going to be a hard change and he's going to be upset. I won't be able to deal with seeing my little baby crying alone," Mitch clasped his hands together, as if he was begging.

"Of course, babe. Why don't you lie down, and I'll get Brady some lunch? What time are they getting him?"

After breathing a sigh of gratitude, he nodded and laid down on the couch.

"One in the afternoon, tomorrow."

Kirstie frowned before leaving, the frown seemingly sticking to her ever-smiling face.

"No. How the hell could you be pregnant? It doesn't make any sense- you have a penis, for Heaven's sake!" Scott ran his hands through his hair, not meeting his husband's tear filled eyes.

"Baby, it's going to be fine. We said we'd love each other till death due us part, we can add another person who we'll love till death. This is our child, Scott!" Mitch cried out, wiping away salty water from his cheeks. Did Scott really not want to have a kid with him? Did he do something wrong?

"I can't be a dad, Mitchell," he hissed, "I don't want to be a dad! Not now, at least."

"Well, you're shit out of luck, then," Mitch caught a newfound sense of courage. This was his baby, his child that he would be carrying in his body and loving for years to come. Regardless of what Scott said, he was having this kid.

"I... Ugh! Why are you so difficult? I gave you what you wanted- which was love. What more do you want? Me to have to work my ass off because we both know you won't do shit to support this baby?"

"Get the fuck out of my house, Scott!" he screamed.

"Get that baby the fuck out of your body! Abort it, I don't care!" he snapped, stopping soon after. Mitch's heart was pounding, tears dripping from his eyes and slipping down his cheeks.

"I want a divorce," Mitch whispered.

His eyes snapped awake, cold sweat dripping down his face. The same dream had been replaying in his mind for years.

"Are you okay, daddy?"

"Are you finished with your lunch, baby?" he refused to answer his question.

"Yes. Kristie said you had something to tell me," he climbed onto his lap once Mitch had sat up. He frowned and nodded, making Brady's eyes grow wide, "am I in trouble?"

"Of course not, Brady. I just need to explain something."

"Okay."

Mitch took a breath, "Your other father's name is Scott Richard Hoying. He was my husband for three years. We married when I was twenty-six years old. So, when I was twenty-nine, I told him I was pregnant. I was pregnant with you, baby," tears were already in his eyes, and the only thing keeping him going was Kirstie squeezing his hand, "Scott was ready to be a dad. He didn't want to be a dad, so we talked.

We divorced soon after. I had you, months later, and took full custody of you. He wasn't allowed to see you. Yesterday, your dad called me and said he wanted custody. We went to court today and-"

"You won, didn't you daddy? I don't have to see him? He didn't even want me," Brady weakly smiled.

"Scott won, baby. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. He won custody over you."

Brady looked like he wanted to scream, but he didn't. Was he trying to make sure his dad was okay?

"Can I still see you?"

"It's up to Scott, Brady. If he says I can visit you, I will in a heartbeat. Tomorrow afternoon, they will pick you up. We're going to spend all day tomorrow together and be good for your dad when he comes to pick you up, okay? I love you. I really do, baby."

"I love you too, daddy."

They stared at each other for a few beats, complete silence filling the room.

Until Mitch whimpered and they both burst into sobs.