Steve’s always known he never wants children and has made that clear to every girl he’s been with.. he just doesn’t want that responsibility holding him down from partying. It’s around 2003 and he’s been partying all over with his buddies and countless women. Not really thinking about what he’s doing. I mean what could go wrong?

well. Everything does go wrong when he gets a knock on the door and he’s drunk as hell. He goes to answer it and the only thing there is a tiny baby in a bassinet with a note and a diaper bag. Fuck.