Kenyon A baby was left on my doorstep, with a note saying it’s mine. It’s something out of a movie, but it’s not fictional. It’s my life. I hired someone to confirm this wasn’t just a big hoax, and the baby’s mine. In my family, we take care of our own, regardless of the circumstances. This child will be well taken care of for the rest of its life, and as time passes, I’ve found new purpose—being a father. I gave up on the fact I’d find the birth mother, given one night stands are my forte. That is, until I see her hanging out with my baby’s nanny on her night off. I know we’ve slept together and I’ll be damned if I don’t at least see if she could be the mother. If she is, I’ll rip her to shreds for what she did.