I don’t know why, but Liam was hellbent on this “daddy” idea. Every man that walked by us when we’re in the grocery store today, he would point to and say, “What about him? Could he be my daddy?” My face was bright red by the time we made it to my car. I opened the trunk and hastily packed all the groceries.

Then of course, I pick up a bag with a bunch of cans of SpagettiO’s (Liam’s favorite), only for the bag to rip on me. “Darn cheapo bags.” I grumbled as I rushed around to gather the runaway cans.

Then I watched a different hand reach down and grab the one can I was about to reach for. I looked up to see a set of the most unusually colored eyes. They were like…blue and gold at the same time. I leaned in for a better look but whoever it was got up, holding out the can, “I think this is yours.”

It was a man…probably around my age.

My heart thudded in a way I thought it never would.

“Could he be my daddy?” I heard Liam cry across the parking lot.

The man laughed as I smiled.