The smell of bacon woke you up from your deep sleep. You sat up in bed, rubbing your eyes. You were expecting Dylan to be in bed next to you since you had kicked Liam out of the room. You were mad at him and would not allow him to sleep in the same bed as you. He also did not bother you in the slightest. He knew that you needed your space to forgive him for what he did. Feeling like you were fully awake, you got out of bed slipping on your slippers. After brushing your teeth and washing your face you made your way down to the kitchen.
"What are you doing?" You cross your arms watching Liam stir a bowl of batter. Dylan sat in his high chair, throwing a few grapes at Liam. Liam looks up at you as he stops his work.
"I thought I would make you breakfast..." he said pointing to the cooked food. You sat down at the table next to Dylan. You took the plate that Liam offered you and happily began to eat the food.
"Just so you know, making me breakfast is not going to fix anything," you watched his shoulders fall as he turned off the heat from the last batch of bacon.
"Baby...please, I've learned my lesson. I'm sorry, why won't you accept my apology?" Liam whines looking at you. You took a strip of the bacon, biting it as you watch him.
"I'm doing this because you should have known better than to deny the son that you wanted to have!" You shout at him. Dylan looks between the two of you with a pout. His bottom lip began to quiver as tears welled up in his eyes.
"Now look what you did," you told Liam as you grab Dylan out of his high chair.
"I didn't do anything, you are the one who is yelling at me." Liam retorts grabbing Dylan from you. You glared at him.
"Excuse me? I'm the one yelling? How about you're the one denying your son!" You spat back at him. Dylan began to wail as he could sense your anger. "Give my son to me," you hold your hands out to take Dylan from Liam. Liam shook his head no, cradling him.
"No, he's my son. I have the right to hold him." Liam refuses and continues to rock Dylan in an attempt to silence his cries.
"Now he is your son?" You roll your eyes and reach for Dylan again. Liam turns his back to you, shielding Dylan from you.
"Yes he is my son, now please stop trying to keep me from him." Liam moved away from you.
"Liam, I'm not playing with you. If you don't give him to me, I'm going to call the cops." You warned him.
"Go ahead, you have nothing to tell them anyway."
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