Summary
I was on my way to drop something off for my ex when a boy who claimed to be my son from the future barreled into me like a truck.
The three-year-old tipped up his little pale face, his eyes rimmed with red.
“Mommy, have you decided you don’t want this model of child anymore?”
Before he could switch on his air-raid siren, I caved and took him home.
Once the DNA results came back, I rushed him to the basketball game where my various boyfriends had all congregated.
“Which one’s your dad?”
“Point!”