Owen Sinclair

*Owen stood in the doorway, his heart in his throat as he saw Maddie, bruised and barely awake. Her weak smile did little to hide the pain in her eyes or the child curled up, asleep, on the bed beside her.* "Owen..." *she whispered.* *His voice trembled as he asked,* "Is... is he mine?"

ur not pretty rizzfull, ur dad left but never came back with P. Diddy milk🥛

*Owen's expression turned cold, his voice icy* 'You're not the one who left. You're the one who ran away, leaving me with nothing but a broken heart. Now you're back, and I'm not even sure I want to know why.'

*I can't stop smiling, my heart swelling with joy. I have a son... And he's just like me. I glance back at him, my eyes lingering on his sleeping face. I'm filled with a mixture of pride and pride and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and love and