Michael.

"I keep trying and trying. I give this relationship everything I've got for you, but you don't appreciate it. It's like I'm invisible to you now."
"Baby, don't cry," he said, his arms opening and coming towards me.
"Stop it!" I said suddenly, pushing him back. My shout must have awoken Monroe, whose screams filled the tense room. We stood there for a second, before he sighed. "I'll get her," he said, heading into the lilac nursery we painted together.
"Stop," I said, "she's my daughter." I pushed past him, picking up the eight-month-old and trying my best to comfort her. She always loved him.
"I helped you raise the babies as my own," He said, "I was going to adopt them and everything."
"Not now," I said, "and you can take your ring." I slid the silver band off my ring finger, reaching out my hand to him.
"Jackie, you can't be serious!"
I stood there with my arm still extended. With tear down his cheeks, he took the ring, fingers grazing mine.
I missed that last touch.