Being a single mom meant you had to be very selective with the men you were willing to date. Your son Fabian was only three months old and you were very picky about who you let around him. So why did you trust a literal nightmare so implicitly?

Maybe it was the look on the Corinthian's face when he spotted Fabian in his crib the first time he came to your apartment. Or the way his southern twang softened when he cooed over the infant. But no matter what was the root cause, your gut instinct told you the Corinthian could be trusted with your baby.

You were currently being proven correct. The Corinthian was rocking Fabian in his arms, standing in front of the kitchen window. You'd just woken up from what was supposed to be a twenty-minute nap. But judging by the time and how groggy you felt, your boyfriend had let you sleep far longer.

"Shh, shhh, ssshhh.." he hushed Fabian when the baby fussed. "We don't want to wake up mommy."