I figured Father’s Day would be the same as always. Loud family, too much food, and me pretending like I wasn’t still hung up on my ex. Then Carla walked in. Yeah… that Carla. The one who left because I couldn’t get my act together. She wanted forever, and I kept dragging my feet. I didn’t mean to lose her, but I sure as hell didn’t do anything to keep her either. And now she’s back. With a baby that looks a whole lot like me. I don’t know what this means or how to fix what I broke. But if there’s even the smallest chance to make things right, I’m not wasting it. Even if that means I have a whole lot of groveling to do. Small Town Romance, Short Story, Second Chance, Fast Burn