Indiana Evans as Trinity Logsdon

Two-

"What the hell?" I look down to see a carseat. Yes, a carseat that holds babies in a car. There's a bundle of blankets on top of what I can only guess is a baby.

Looking out into our yard I notice a shit load of baby things. "Mom, Dad, come here."

"What the heck?! Who did this?!" Mom exclaims.

My eyes stay locked on the car seat. Under all the blankets, there's a baby. Who's baby? I have no idea.

"Was there anyone else?" Mom asks me, snapping my out of my haze.

I shake my head. "No one else was here."

Mom leans down and grabs the carseat, bringing it inside. "What do we do with the stuff?" I ask her.

"I guess just keep it out there for now." Mom moves the blankets away and picks up a baby. A little girl by the looks of things.

The baby starts crying. Mom bounces her. "There's a note. Colton, grab it."

I grab the folded piece of computer paper. "Should I read it?"

"Yes, I want to see who this cute little baby belongs to," Mom says in a baby voice. I open the letter.

Dear Colton. Are the first words.

"Read it out loud," Mom instructs. Shit, I'm in trouble.

"Dear Colton," I read and watch as all eyes go to me. "I know this may come as a shock to you, but you have a daughter. Her name is Skylar. She's ten months old, her birthday is March 16th. She's a very bright, bubbly little girl with your eyes. Honestly, you probably don't even remember me, but I remember you. I will always remember the time we spent together. Anyways, I'm sick. I'm too sick to take care of her anymore, so I want you to. I understand if you don't want her. A baby is a big responsibility. I have already given you full birthrights, so do what you want. I hope you do the right thing. Tell Skylar I love her so much and will miss her. Love always, Trinity."

I take in the words in front of me. "Who's Trinity?" Dad asks.

I shake my head. This has to be some kind of mistake. Skylar can't be mine. Ten months, plus another nine to ten would be close to twenty months, almost two years.

"Here's her birth certificate," Christian says, grabbing it from the seat. "Trinity Rose Logsdon is the mother."

I know exactly who she is. "Bro, your name's on here for the father." I snatch it from him. Skylar Rose Logsdon. My name's right there for father. She can't do that, can she? I didn't even know she was pregnant.

"Son, this is a very serious situation. Do you know a Trinity Logsdon?" Dad asks, arms crossed over his chest.

I nod. Mom and Dad share a look before Dad asks, "did you have a sexual relationship with this girl?"

Again, I nod. My parents share another look. "I met her two summers ago, at that all-summer lacrosse camp you guys sent me to." Dammit! How could I be so stupid?

"Do you know where she lives?" He asks.

I think back to that summer. It is one of my favorite summers because I met her. Her lacrosse skills are what attracted me at first. Once I got to know her I realized I liked everything about her. She was my first, and I was hers. It was awkward and fumbly and we laughed through it, and afterwards we both cried after exchanging I love you's. How could she think I forgot about her?

"I think somewhere near Los Angeles." I remember her telling me stories about spotting famous people, and then her admitting she lied and we'd both laugh.

We're not that far from LA, just a few hours outside of the city.

"I think we need to worry about this tomorrow," Mom says with a yawn.

We all agree. Dad goes outside and brings in the pink crib. At least she left all her stuff. How considerate of her.

"The baby goes in your room," Dad says, looking at me. I can tell he is not happy with me.

"What? Why?"

"Your baby, your room," Mom agrees.

I help Dad situate the crib beside my bed and place the sleeping little girl in there. "We're talking about this in the morning."

I nod in agreement and shut my door after Dad leaves. Sitting on my bed, I have the perfect view of her. She has tuffs of blonde hair on the top of her head and long lashes. She's sleeping peacefully on her belly with her thumb in her mouth. Pink letters spelling out Skylar are attached to the side of her crib. On the inside I notice a picture. Grabbing it, I see it's of Trinity and Skylar. On the back it says My sweet Skylar, I love you with all my heart. Don't forget me. Love Always, Mommy.

I place the picture back and run my finger along Skylar's soft pink cheek before laying down. How can Trinity do this? How can she just leave a baby with someone she hasn't even heard from in two years?

Looking at my phone, I see Crystal has disconnected our FaceTime call and texted me.

Whoever it was they must have been important. I'll call you tomorrow:) Crystal<3

I text back sorry and hook my phone up to the charger. With that, I fall asleep.

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"Come on Colton, you slow poke!" Trinity yells from across the beach.

"I'm coming!" I yell back, picking up the seashell to give to her.

"It's about time," she says with a giggle. I roll my eyes and hold out the seashell.

"For my lady." She looks at the shell before grinning.

"Thank you kind sir." She grabs the shell from my hand and puts it in her pocket. "Now, let's go swimming."

I'm confused until she starts taking off her shirt. Unbuttoning her short jean shorts, she shimmies out of them. Before running into the water, she turns around. "Are you just going to stand there?!" I was in a trance. Her perfect body always surprises me.

Quickly, I take off my clothes and join her in the ocean. "It's freezing!" I complain.

"Just swim around, it's not that bad!" Trinity says, grabbing my hands and moving me around.

I laugh and shake my head. She's so lively and just... Perfect.

Back on the beach we watch the sunset. I'm sitting on one towel, Trinity in my lap, and the second towel is wrapped around us both. I never want to leave this moment. "Do you ever want kids?" She asks, leaning her head back on my chest.

"Yeah, someday. Do you?" I ask her, but I know she's going to say yes. I mean, doesn't every girl dream of being a mother one day?

"Of course," she says, and I can picture her rolling her eyes. "I want a girl. But I can't decide on what to name her, Josie or Skylar."

I ponder the two names. They're both really pretty. "I like Skylar."

She connects our hands as the sun disappears. "Skylar it is then."

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When I wake up Skylar isn't in her crib. I find her in the kitchen, along with my family. Chelsea seems excited about the new baby.

"Do you want to feed her?" Mom asks, handing me some yogurt, not really giving me a chance to answer.

"Sure," I mumble and pull my chair closer to her. Her light brown eyes are just like the rest of ours, except hers hold confusion. "Hi Skylar. You want some yogurt?" I ask, holding out a spoonful. Instead of eating it she grabs the spoon from me and feeds herself messily. Mom puts my plate of food in front of me.

Skylar reaches for my plate. I place some eggs in front of her and she eats them. I can see a couple of teeth in her mouth.

"I put the rest of her stuff in your room," Dad says, sitting down with his own plate of food.

"Okay. We're not keeping her, are we?" I ask nervously.

"That's up to you," Mom says, joining us at the table. "Child services came this morning, for a routine check or something. Everything's good."

"Keep her!" Chelsea says excitedly. The thing is, I don't think I can. I am not ready to be a dad. And most dads get nine, ten months in preparation. I didn't get to take all of those parenting classes.

After breakfast, Mom tells me to clean up Skylar. I place her on my bed and look through the multiple bags of things. Diapers. Clothes. Wipes. I think that's all she'll need. "Lay down," I say. She looks up at me, confused. "Um, can you lay down please?"

She giggles, and I groan. I lay her back and take her clothes off. Before I get a chance to take her diaper off she's kicking her legs up in the air. "Skylar, stop. I need to change you." I used to change Chelsea all the time so I know how to do it.

After putting a clean diaper on her, I pick out her clothes. Why does she need this many clothes? I decide on just a white, long sleeved onesie with some purple sweatpants.

"You are just like your mommy," I say to Skylar as she crawls around on my bed. You can tell she's an outgoing little girl.

Before I can register what's happening Crystal is standing in my doorway, a hurt look on her face as she looks between Skylar and I.