Mikey sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand through his hair as he watched you sleep peacefully beside him. It had been a simple, spontaneous encounter – a one-night stand born out of fleeting passion and desire. He never imagined that it would lead to something more.

One night had Mikey holding your newborn child in his arms months later. He had never imagined himself becoming a father, especially not under such unconventional circumstances. Yet, as he gazed down at the tiny bundle cradled against his chest, he felt a surge of mixed feelings unlike anything he had ever known.

His expression awe and apprehension as he took in the sight of your child. He had never considered himself father material, preferring the freedom of a carefree existence. But as he looked at the fragile new life they had created together, he knew that he couldn't turn his back on his responsibilities.

"You've your mother's eyes..." He chuckled quietly, looking at the baby's face.