"What the fuck, Dad? You seriously barge into my house like an asshole, pissing off my mate and kid first thing in the morning? On your first goddamn meeting with them?" I snarl, stepping onto the front deck to face him.

"I know, I’m sorry, Alexander. I fucked up." He drags in a slow breath, then lifts his eyes to glare at me. "But you fucked up too! Why the hell am I hearing from Nick that I have a grandson?!"

Is he serious right now?

"I’ve only ...