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“Shut the fuck up,” he rasps, gripping Matt by the arm. “Don’t call her names, and get the fuck out now!”

But Matt shakes himself free.

“Man, fuck you!” my ex yells. “You can’t make me leave because I’m here to see my kid and you can’t stop me. If anything, you should leave, asshole.”

“Please,” I cry, tears spilling down my face. “Just stop. Please.”

In a matter of seconds, my ex has turned the happiest moment of my life into the worst, and I just want to him out of here, no matter what I have to say to convince him to go. “Nobody is denying you’re the biological father, Matt.”

“Really?” My ex throws his arms in the air. “Because it sure seems like you and this asshole were planning on pretending that he’s the dad. I guess I just don’t exist, right?”

I shake my head, tears dripping onto the baby’s head as I cry.

“Matt please, just go. I promise I’ll list you on the birth certificate as the father. The baby will even have your last name but just leave, okay? You’re not wanted.”

“Don’t lie, Christine,” Matt sneers. “I know your evil ways. I need to stay here to make sure my name is printed on that birth certificate otherwise you’d probably list him instead,” he says with venom in his voice. “You’re such a manipulative bitch, Christine. There you go turning on the waterworks for no reason. Is that how you convinced this idiot to step in, by making him feel sorry for you? You’ve always been so good at manipulating men, but I guess that’s just a part of the job since you’re nothing but a fat whore.” An ominous laugh barrels from his chest. “Oh, wait. That’s it, isn’t it? That’s how you got this guy hooked, right? You were turning tricks and he was one of your johns. Man, you must have really put it on to convince him to pay for all this,” Matt says with disgust. “Not to mention supporting some another man’s bastard.”

As if he understands his father’s vile words, Patrick lets out a loud shriek and starts bawling, his beautiful face turning bright red as he wails in my arms. My tears become a waterfall as I rock him, cradling him to my body, trying to give him some comfort in an impossible moment.

“You didn’t want him,” I choke out on a sob. “You told me to get an abortion because you didn’t want this child! You didn’t want either of us, so I found someone who does. So please, just leave us alone.”

Matt stares at me.

“Did you miss what I said? You’re a whore, Christine. A prostitute. There’s no way I’m letting a prostitute raise my son,” Matt sneers. “If anything, I’m filing for custody and I’m going to get it, given your questionable career path.”

“How do you know that?” I scream, still cradling the baby against my chest. “You don’t know anything!”

But it doesn’t matter anymore because Damon’s had enough. The alpha male steps forward and with a powerful swing of his fist, delivers a mighty blow to Matt’s jaw. The smaller man sways, and then rotates about ninety degrees before collapsing in a heap on the floor.

“Get the fuck out,” my boyfriend hisses.

Matt is stunned on the floor, unable to move.

“You hit me!” he squeals.

“Yeah, and I’ll do it again if you don’t get the fuck out,” my boyfriend snaps again. “Now leave!”

But Damon’s still not giving up. He catches sight of a nurse passing by and screams, “Call social services! This woman is a prostitute and can’t be trusted! The baby needs to go with Children’s Services! Call the police while you’re at it too because I’ve been assaulted by a maniac!”

That does it. The insane accusation turns Damon into a monster and before anyone has a chance to act, he pulls Matt up by his collar before slamming his fist into Matt’s face once more. This time, blood spurts from Matt’s nose, splattering on the wall, the floor, and on my boyfriend’s shirt. Matt staggers backwards, his back banging into the wall behind him, before he finally collapses in an unconscious heap.

The nurse runs off, speaking frantically into her handheld walkie. Meanwhile, Damon literally grabs the unconscious Matt by his collar and drags him out of the room before slamming the door emphatically. Then he turns to stare at me as I cradle my baby.

A sob tears from my chest as I cuddle Patrick closer.

“What’s going to happen?” I whisper. “He’s calling Children’s Services. What if they take Patrick away?”

Damon hurriedly sits next to me on the bed before wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

“Don’t worry, baby. I won’t let them take Patrick, and I promise you and your child are safe. I’ll make sure of it.”

I bury my face in his chest and sob more while holding Patrick close. I know Damon wields an ungodly amount of influence, but if social services intervenes, I’m not sure what will happen. After all, Matt’s accusations are true. I was a call girl working for money back in the day, and that’s how I met Damon. If my choices cost me Patrick, then I’ll never recover.

“I can’t lose him,” I sob, burying my face against the baby’s head. “He’s my son.”

Damon rubs his hand up and down my back, trying to soothe me, and presses his cheek to the top of my head.

“Shhhh, sweetheart. I won’t let that happen. I promise.”

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