Pacing back and forth across my living room floor, I'm so nervous. I mean I've spent all night and all morning trying to re-convince myself that this is the right thing to do.

That Scott deserves to know our beautiful daughter. I know in my heart, even if my head is telling me something else, that this is the right thing to do,

Hearing a knock on my front door, taking a deep breath before finally opening the door. There's no going back now...

"Hi... thank you for coming," I say to Scott as soon as I opened the door, as my else land on him. Scott shows me a kind smile, as I wave him into my home.

"No worries, I'm actually glad you texted" He replied, closing the door once he was inside. Reclaiming my nervousness, as I stay still for a moment.

Shaking my head, what the hell I am doing? How do you tell someone they have a child, that they are a father? How do you even begin to explain yourself to another person on why you kept their child from them for years?

"Are you okay Ella?" I heard him asks me, which snaps me out of my fears and worries. Turning around to look at him, nodding my head, and took a few steps forward.

"Yeah, I'm fine, do you want something to drink. Water? Coffee? A shot of tequila..." I mumbled the last part mostly, I think after the conversation we're about the have, we both could use one-shot or maybe...at least four shots of tequila.

He looks at me for a second, with an assumed smile on his face before saying.

"Water would be great" Nodding my head and grabbed two bottles of water out of the fridge and walked back to him, as we both took seats at the dining room table, facing one another.

"Here you go," I said trying to stall, pushing the water bottle across the table to him.

I don't even know where to start, I don't know how he's going to take this. What if he thinks I'm lying? What if he doesn't want Remi in his life?

There are just so many unknowns and it worries me, I know that he's going to be angry, who wouldn't be in this kind of situation. I don't care if he hates me, I just care about Remi and if he wants her in his life.

"Thanks... I'm a little surprised you wanted to meet at your home instead of the coffee-house again" He announces, before taking a drink of water.

As much as I would have liked to keep him away from my home, I didn't really see a choice because this had to be done in private. The last thing I need is someone overhearing us in a public place, and this hitting magazine covers.

"I have to tell you something, and it might end up in a screaming matching between us, so I thought it would be best to do it in private-;" I broke off and sighed because here goes nothing.

"Ella-;" Scott started to talk, holding my hand up for him to stop and I looked at him for a small moment.

"Five years ago, you made a choice and I made a mistake...." I started to explain, letting my eyes blaze at him and only him.

"Those two things changed our lives, in ways that we will never be able to fix or change-;" I spilled, keeping my eyes on Scott, who in return keeps his stare on me, just listening to every word I am saying.

"What mistake?" He echoed out at me, in a whisper even. He's confused I get that, but in order to tell him about Remi, I have to explain it all, including why I didn't tell him that I was pregnant back then.

"A mistake that I spent five years trying to justify because I was scared, I was hurt, and I was young. So, I justified it by telling myself I was doing what was right" I answered and cut off, getting up from the table, walking over to the side table by the doorway.

And opened up the drawer, to pull out the framed photo of Remi and me, that was taken on Mother's day of this year, I hide the family pictures of us before Scott came.

Walking back over to the table and placed the photo down in front of him. Scott looks at the photo for a moment, his eyes widened, and something flickers through them.

And he takes hold of the picture, then looks back up to me as I re-take my seat.

"Is she your daughter?" He asks me, in a small tone like he was scared of the answer I might say.

Taking a deep breath and reached my hand across the table, before placing it over his on the frame, then let my eyes connect with his again.

"she's our daughter" I announced, the room is silent, he doesn't say anything.

Scott drops the frame and our hands gently onto the table, and then pulls his hand away from mine, shaking my head and felt the tears forming in my eyes.

"No, because if we had a kid Ella. You would have told me, you're not that type of person" He yelled at me a little, his jaw tightness, shrugging my shoulders.

"I'm sorry, but back then I did what I thought was right for everyone... Remi included" I argued, Scott shakes his own head angrily before looking back down at the photo and his blue eyes soften.

"Her name is Remi?" He whispers, not really asking a question just more of taking in the information.

"Scott-;" I started to say but he cut off, standing up from the table. His eyes burn into mine, the pain in them is unbearable to see, to know that I caused it.

"You should have told me.....You had no right to keep this from me, do you understand that?" He exclaimed towards me, nodding my head, and stood up too.

"I know that now if I could change it I would.... but I can't. I'm telling you now"

he covers his face with his hands for a moment before sighing.

"Why are you telling me now? What changed Ella?" He asked me all of a sudden, taking a step back from him and lend my hands against the table for support.

"Everything changed.....Oliver being my client, your accident, our meeting, the conversation with your dad-;" He cut me off and said,

"What conversation with my dad?"

"Yesterday, he was your mom's minion to make sure I did my job. And when he saw it was me, he apologized to me, and how he was all those years ago-;" I sighed, looking at him.

"It doesn't matter, we're getting off the subject that matters.... which is Remi".

Scott doesn't say anything, he just shakes his head, staring into space for a moment or two, before collating his thoughts and looked back towards me.

"When did you find out? Before or after everything that happened with us?"

Looking away from him, as my eyes began watering. I don't want to cry, I don't deserve to cry, but I don't want to answer that. because I don't want to hurt him any more than I already have.

"It doesn't matter-;" I cut off trying to word this the best I can.

"Ella, when did you know you were pregnant?" He asked me again this time louder, shaking my head and refused to even look at him right now.

"TELL ME!" He yelled angrily at me, throwing my eyes to his, staring at him firmly, I get that he's hurting and he's in pain, but it doesn't matter, he doesn't get to yell at me in my own home.

"Don't yell at me" I shot back in the same angry tone, he looks at me and sighs.

"I'm sorry.....but please when did you know?" He said in a sad whisper.

"As you were packing your bags to leave me, the positive pregnancy test was in my pocket the whole time. I literally found out two minutes before you walked into that apartment" I answered with the truth, Scott stumbles backward a little, taken back by the information I just confessed.

"You let me walk out of our home, knowing that you were carrying my child?"

"Yeah, I did" Scott shakes his head and now I can see his own tears, and he never cries.

"Why didn't you tell me then? Things could have been different Ella" Shaking my head this time because I know that's a lie. His dream five years ago was football, it wasn't me and a baby wasn't going to change that.

"You didn't want to stay with me Scott, and I wasn't going to use my unborn child as a bargaining chip to make you stay either," I said to him with complete honesty.

"Fine, but why not after that? When she was born... Or when she was growing up? Why didn't you tell me, did you think I wouldn't want her? That I would be a rubbish dad? -;" He broke off and catches his breath before barking loudly at me.

"What is to punish me? What were you're reason?" Taking a step forward to him, the anger inside of me burning to get out because he has no right to yell at me.

"YOUR MOTHER!" I yelled loudly back at him until we were pretty much face to face. The fear of Valerie taking her from me has been a pain in my chest from the day she was born.

"Really Ella....my mom," He said with a sarcastic tone to his words,

"Yeah, your mom because let's admit she's a horrible wicked human being. And basically, just a bitch, sorry I know she's your mom but I'm right-;" I sighed and took a step back from him, and let my tears fall no longer holding them in.

"It wasn't about you Scott it never was. I didn't want to punish you, it wasn't because I thought you wouldn't be a good dad, it was because of her" I began explaining my choice, Scott looks at me, not saying anything just letting me talk.

"I thought about telling you every day for the last five years, but then I was hit with crumbling fear that your mom will make me out to be a bad mother, and take Remi away from me-;" I cried, and just took a minute to breathe as the room remain silent between us.

I always did think about telling Scott, but I was terrified of his mom as pathetic as it sounds it's the truth. Years ago, when Remi was born, I was still in college, living with my mom in this tiny run-down little house, barely surviving and working my ass off to provide for her, while going to community college.

Valerie, she would have used all that against me. And she would have won back then, but now she doesn't have a leg to stand on. Because my child is happy, she is loved, and she is taken care of.

"I was scared of losing my daughter.....like I lost you" I added in a silent whisper. And wiped my tears away as they gently fell down my face.

I'm crying for the last five years, I'm crying for him, for Remi, my own guilt, I'm crying for everything.

Scott lets his eyes linger on me for a moment and before I knew it, Scott's arms are around me and he's pulling me closer into him.

"Listen to me, I'm still hurt and angry about what you did.....Ella, we're far from this ever being right, but I promise you I will never ever let my mother take our daughter from you, do you hear me" He says to me and looks into my eyes, nodding my head.

He lets out a small sad smile and then wipes my tears away with his thumb before taking a few steps away from me, and like that, I was out of his embrace and I felt empty once again.

"I need some time to think but let me be noticeably clear that it doesn't mean... I don't want to talk about how we move forward with this, because I want to know Remi. I want to be a dad to her, I just need a little time to get my head around things, is that okay?" He says to me,

"Take all the time you need; we're not going anywhere.... when you are ready just give me a call" I replied, Scott, nods his head and begins walking towards the door but stops and turns back around to me.

"Do you have a spare picture of Remi, that I can have?" He hesitated to ask.

Nodding my head with a small smile and walked over to the side table drawer again, pulling out a photo of Remi, that was taken last year on her birthday, smiling over her birthday cake.

"Here you go," I said and handed him the photo, he takes it and looks over the picture and smiles as he looks down at it, then throws his gaze back to me.

"She has your eyes" Feeling a smile on my face, because it's the only thing she got from me, other than the green eyes she's hundred percent ...all Scott.

"Yeah, but she has your smile"

And with that he smiled and then walked out of my house, waiting until the front door closed behind him and when it was, I breathed a moment of relief.

Because now that he finally knows about his daughter, it feels like a weight of my shoulders.

I know that's it's going to be a long road for us, him meeting Remi for the first time, her knowing he's her dad, working everything out as two parents to her, and of course Valerie, but at the end of it all.

It will be worth it because Remi gets to have her dad in her life, and Scott gets to be a father, who knows maybe somewhere down the line we can be some sort of a happy family, one day at least.