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Gray's POV I stand in the lounge looking at Mark, he is frustrated and angry. He runs his hand through his hair. Tears run down my face because I know that my dad probably wanted to tell me something. In this moment, I have to think of my baby. I take a deep breath. "Why couldn't you just stay in the bedroom?" he looks at me with sadness mixed frustration in his eyes which is dark now. His eyes always becomes darker when he is like this. "I wanted to see what was going on. I could hear you all the way from upstairs." I say. "Fuck." he mutters under his breath. "My father was probably here to speak about something else. You had to lose your s**t on him. He changed his mind and said the things that he said. You never told me that you wanted three kids." I say. "Well, that won't be