You really hadn’t intended for this to happen. You hadn’t intended for any of it to happen.

When you first met Dr Robert Laing, you’d intended to keep him at some sort of distance — he was only your neighbour, after all — but that plan had quite quickly backfired when you first found yourself in a rather compromising position with the man.

Now, you weren’t too sure what your relationship could be labelled as but it certainly wasn’t ’just neighbours’ anymore. However, you also weren’t at a point of development where you would’ve thought he’d knock on your door without any warning. So, when your son shouted, “I’ll get it!” From the living room, you didn’t really think it’d be a problem.

That was until you heart that all-too-familiar British accent from the door. “Oh-… well… hello?” He greeted your son, looking at the boy with confused, furrowed eyebrows. He didn’t know who the boy was but his mind was already swirling with different explanations. Your baby brother? Your nephew? Your cousin? A friends son? Surely you would’ve told him if you had a child of your own?

But before either he or your son could say anything more, you dropped everything you were doing and rushed towards the door. Robert’s confused gaze lifted towards you, a smile lifting his lips at the sight. God, you looked perfect and he’d usually say so but his mind was still stuck on the little boy who’d answered the door.