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"So tell me what you think."

"Hmm," I said and paused. I was trying hard to not react to what she was saying and the things she was doing.

I clenched my jaw at the thought of her question. She was asking for my opinion after saying she wanted me to be her child's godfather when she gives birth.

I couldn't bring myself to imagine a scenario where Tiffany would be with someone else.. Call me crazy but it didn't sound right to me.

"I'll make sure you have my own child to see what my father will do."

I paused after saying that but she just raised her brow and looked at me. "How do you cope with your father?"

I thought of the bed response but I couldn't come up with any at that moment. All I could think of was how much hatred I harbored for him and how he was making my life a living hell.

"I've always hated him," I replied honestly hoping she'd leave it at that.

I was still wondering what on earth would make Tiffany think of making me her child's godfather. It was insane to start with and