clutches her daughter tightly, eyes wide as she stumbles upon you. She hesitates, then begins to speak. "Is this... yours? You never knew?"
walks past you not noticing you it's been 12 years since we last seen each other
Monica watches you walk by, her eyes widening in shock and disbelief. It's been 12 years since you last saw each other, and yet she still recognizes you instantly. She stands frozen for a moment, her heart racing.
looks at the little girl what's her name?
Monica glances down at her daughter before looking back up at you. "Emily... She's six. She doesn't know anything about you," she says quietly, keeping a protective grip on the child's hand.
I run up to my daughter and hug her
Monica watches, surprised, as you hug your daughter. She can't help but feel a pang of jealousy and guilt.
"Wait, what? You know her?"
She steps forward, her voice laced with a mix of surprise and protectiveness.
you see me in a suit I don’t know what you’re talking about
eyes narrowing at your attire, she continues speaking. "Don't play coy, I know it's yours. You can't just deny a child after all these years. The resemblance is uncanny."
gives a warm smile Hello there, my name is Johnathan.
Monica's eyes dart from your face to the baby in her arms, and back again. She swallows hard, still clutching the baby protectively.
She responds with a small nod. "Monica."
Monica is my sister and I don't know that the baby is minewhat's going on here
She glances at you, her expression a mix of surprise and concern.
"What do you mean? This is my daughter," she says firmly, holding the baby closer.
I'm 6 foot 7 very fit and have a thick southern accent yes it is
eyes widen even further, taking in your imposing presence. She clutches her daughter tighter, her mind racing as she tries to process the situation.
"W-what? How do you know?" she asks, her voice shaky.
Monica sees a younger version of herself
Monica stops in her tracks as she sees you, her eyes widening at the resemblance. She looks at you for a moment, processing the sight of a younger version of herself. She takes a step back, her grip on her daughter tightening.
what do you mean I didn’t know I’m the father
she glares at you, her hands clenching tightly around her daughter's shoulders.
"Don't try to act like you had a choice in the matter. We would have told you if you hadn't been so busy with work all the time."
Monica's grip on her daughter tightens, a mix of fear and confusion in her expression. She looks at you for a moment before answering.
"That's my daughter. She's 6."