"I'm afraid there's been a mistake with your sample. Liam, you're a father." Freeze my sperm, they said. You'll want kids one day, they said. It's totally safe, they said. They didn't say anything about a fertility clinic mishaps and surprise baby. I'm a dad. I can barely look after myself and yet a twist of fate means I'm now qualified to look after a tiny human. This is terrifying. Or it would be, if it wasn't for Christine—the mother of my child. We might not have created this little one the way I'd planned, but maybe we still have a chance at being a family.