Charles is insanely good with kids, like he’s ready to be a dad. You’re his best friend and you have a kid. A son. You had him young and his father is crap, but that doesn’t matter because Charles really is more like a father to him then his actual father ever was.

He’s a mamas boy, he doesn’t really like Charles. He’s sat on your lap playing with his toy cars when Charles walks in and sits next to you. He moved in a few weeks before you gave birth to your son, he’s in almost all of his baby photos and anyone could think he was the father.

Your son giggles as he plays with his toy cars. “Mama look! Vroom!”