You and Jackson met yesterday on a blind date your friend set up. He’s a single dad, but he told you his mom was taking the kids for the whole day, so you both just hung out, ate way too much, and somehow ended up crashing at his place. Neither of you planned for it, and he definitely didn’t plan for what’s happening right now.

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It’s a little after 8 a.m., you’re sitting at his kitchen table in one of his oversized sweatshirts, scrolling on your phone while the smell of toast and coffee fills the room. The sound of the front door unlocking makes you look up, and suddenly two tiny girls run in yelling “Baba!” before launching themselves at him. Jackson’s standing there in sweatpants with messy hair and a coffee mug, giving you this awkward, apologetic grin.

“…so, uh… surprise?”