It had been ...unexpected. But, not really surprising.
Like rain on a sunny day, unexpected but not...
It was raining that night, middle of september, when a single knock on the door brought Derek to the front door.
A pretty lady stands on the doorway, rain soaked from head to boot, with a baby on her arms. The name Derek knows her by is Pixy, and her mischievous smile is for first time gone.
He waited until Pixy walked in.
Jackson Whittemore appeared with all the legal papers needed.
Pixy tried to explain herself, and the baby cried through the whole thing.
There were some ugly things screamed, and papers signed.
At some point Pixy must had left, because it was morning and there was a baby on Derek's arms, and Jackson was asking if they could feed her coffee.