Truthfully, Noah had nobody but to blame himself. All those years of treating woman like trash had finally caught up to him. It obviously didn't matter that he had changed, turned over a new leaf and started behaving like a gentleman. No, and why should it really? He'd been a horrible person, and nothing could make up for that.
This. This was his penance and he didn't even have one drop of alcohol in his home to forget about it, even for a moment.
He was going to be a father, or rather, he was already father, and had been for the last six years. Her name was Olive, and apparently she looked 'just like him'. At first Noah had been skeptical, of course but as soon as he laid eyes on her, Noah knew immediately that this girl was his. She had his eyes. The DNA test had been a mere formality, but necessary if Noah was going to have anything to do with her because while he didn't feel ready to be a father, he owed it to the girl to be a part of her life, even if it scared him silly.
Noah hung his head in his hands and groaned. Why did he have no booze? Why?