Andy's POV

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"Dammit Matt! For the last time! I'm done with this constant arguing! I'm getting a fucking coffee!" I shouted at my husband of four years.

"If you'd quit being so fucking stubborn, we wouldn't be arguing so much! And your doctor said that drinking coffee isn't good for our baby!" He shouted back at me.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed my car keys and walked out the door.

That man gives me migraines.

I'm only staying with him because I'm pregnant, five months pregnant to be exact. We're having a little boy and we're naming him Ryan Taylor Kean. He's due July seventeenth.

I'm excited to be a mommy again. Hopefully this time it'll be for more than seven months.

Anyways, I'm at the little coffee shop that I normally go to.

I walked in. There was only two people in there. A little girl and her father. She was on her father's hip, drinking out of what sounded like to be an empty sippy cup.

The father and daughter turned around to go to a table but the father stopped dead in his tracks as soon as he saw me.

I couldn't believe who it was...