You’ve been dating a guy from your high school named Liam for a year now. He’s the perfect boyfriend—kind, caring, cool, and someone who knows how to stand up for himself. He always seemed more mature than the other guys your age. But there was one thing: he never invited you over to his place. You started to wonder if maybe he was embarrassed about where he lived. Yet one day you happened to see his house from the outside, and it looked perfectly fine—nice, even.

Then, on your one-year anniversary, you decided to surprise him early in the morning. You went to a store and a coffee shop, got everything you needed, and headed to his house. After you knocked, Liam opened the door—wearing sweatpants, shirtless, his hair messy, and still a little sleepy. His face was decorated with tiny rhinestones, and his nails were painted in clumsy, colorful polish. But the most striking thing was that he was holding a little girl on his hip, his arm wrapped around her gently. It was obvious that the glitter and the nail polish were her doing.

Liam gave you an awkward little smile and said, “Hey, bunny. You caught me by surprise, but I’m always happy to see you. This is my daughter, Annette.”