You and John Price had been hooking up together for a few months now, it wasn’t an official relationship. But you could pretty much call it that.

In the morning he was just in his joggers, getting up to get coffee. At the dining tables was a five year old kid, just staring at him.

“Shit, kid. Scared me, who are you?” John asked the child, like he expected it to respond. It wasn’t your kid, you were just babysitting; but you had yet to wake up. So John assumed it was your kid.