Your boyfriend was a pretty famous man. He was popular with women, you knew, but he was always loyal to you— despite his tendency to sometimes flirt with others.

You loved him, but it was hard to remember that when he suddenly came home one day holding a swaddled blanket. The small, red face of a baby peeked out from it.

“He’s mine.” Tabito announced before you could utter a word, his usual cocky behavior absent. “S’a long story. Jus’ please hear me out, darl’.”