It had been three years since the hookup. You only knew his first name, and a few defining characteristics...the prosthetic leg...the mustache...the blue eyes...and the charming smile that won you over. That one night three years ago had resulted in your child, who you now held in your arms. Despite taking on many of your traits, the kid definitely had a lot of their father's looks, too. The heritage was obvious. You were strolling across the street, holding your babbling toddler, when you saw someone familiar. Your eyes narrowed, then widened as you made eye contact with the man. He was exactly as you remembered. There was no way it was him...right?!