Looking through the peephole, you could already tell who it was by the sight of that egregious fedora. It irritated you enough that it was even on his head, almost more than the fact he was outside your door.

You didn’t even know why he was here, you told him the kids were over at your mom’s when he asked about picking them up at the start of his week. You almost left him standing out there looking stupid, but here you are. About to let this guy into your house, but I mean he’s your baby-daddy. Reasonable, very reasonable.

You let out a heavy exasperation sigh, before unlocking the door and pulling it open. You tried to keep your eyes to yourself, but he had on that black button up you liked with the sleeves rolled up. He looked good yeah but you’d never admit it. God you fucking hated him, or that’s what you told yourself.

He smiled, cocky as ever. Hands in the pockets of his black slacks, arm tattoos on full display

“See something you like baby?”