Today Alex turned 8 months old. It's hard to believe that 8 months ago, Alexander Ryder Mitchell was born. He was a miracle baby. He had gotten his tubes taken out 3 days ago, thank goodness. I walked upstairs into his nursery where he was laying in his crib, his blue eyes staring straight up. "Hey baby boy." I picked him up out of his crib and sat in the rocker, rocking him back and forth. As soon as I started rocking, he started cooing. "Yeah. Are you hungry?" I got up and walked downstairs with Alex in my arms. I walked into the kitchen, grabbed a bottle and went to sit down on the couch. I laid Alex on his boppie, propping his bottle up with a blanket. While I was about to turn the tv on, my phone rang. It was Alex's doctor. "Hello?" "Ms. Mitchell?" "Yes?" "Well, Alex's blood work came back and we found something." My voice cracked. "Can you tell me what it is?" "Well, it has to do with his DNA." "And?" "Keegan Allen isn't his father." As soon as I was told this news, tears rolled down my face for two reasons. One, because I was so happy that I didn't completely ruin Troian and Keegan's future, and two because I didn't know who the father of my son was. "Wow. Ok, well, thank you so much." "It's my job. Have a nice day." I pressed the end button and texted Troian.

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After I texted Troian, I grabbed Alex and put him in his car seat in the kitchen floor so I could make lunch. I opened the cabinet and grabbed some ramen noodles to put on the stove. While they were cooking, I quickly ran upstairs to grab my phone charger. I ran back down to find Troian in the kitchen, with Oakley's car seat beside Alex's. "Hey love." "Hey. How's Oakley?" "Great, actually. Four months old now. Keegan's loving every minute of it." "Well, Alex hit the big eight months today. "Wow. He's so adorable. Anyway, what did you need to tell me?" "Well, I got a call from Alex's doctor." "Shay, oh my god." "No, it's good news but bad news too." "Ok?" "T, Keegan isn't Alex's dad." "Oh my god. Seriously?" "Yeah." "Well, that is good news, but Shay, if Keegan's not the father, then who is?" "I don't know, T." Tears started slowly rolling down my face. "Oh, Shay. Don't cry." "But T, I don't know who the father of my child is. I'm a horrible mom. He's gonna grow up not knowing who his father is." "No, Shay. We'll find out, I promise." Alex started crying, and Oakley too. "Well, I better get home. It's gonna be ok." "You promise?" "I promise. Bye babes." "Bye, T." I followed Troian to the door, making sure she got to her car. I shut the door and went back to the kitchen, only to see Alex asleep. Wow. Keegan isn't his dad. I can't bare the thought of not knowing who my child's father is. I'll go through whatever it takes to find out who his father is. He deserves to know.