“The Happy Daddy”

My sister was dating a guy that she was head over heels in love with. This guy was both pleasant and respectable to my family, but I just did not like him. One day, while I was headed to my friend’s home, I saw him talking to a woman and holding a baby in his arms. He was looking down lovingly at the baby. I called out to him to let him know that I was nearby. The first look on his face was shock then he smiled and said hello to me. I kept looking at him as he nervously handed the baby over to the mother. Now my little inquisitive button started to twitch; I got closer to where he was standing, and I asked, “Is that your baby?” He looked at me and was fumbling for the answer, but the woman said, “Oh yes, he is the happy daddy.” He looked cornered, so I decided to play it nice. I said to the woman. “Cute baby, you both did great and I know he will be an outstanding father. She went on to say that he was at the hospital when she had the baby, and he never left her side. I told them I wished them the best then I made a detour and headed home. The meeting with my friend had to wait. My sister needed to here about this man. The moment I walked into the house I was in shock. He beat me to it. The happy daddy was in our home, sitting and chatting happily with my sister.