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The first night of being a forced single dad was not pleasant at all.
I was pooped on, I woke up every two hours and I got vomited on twice. By seven in the morning when Rahul calls me, I’m physically and mentally exhausted.
Nukea was right, taking care of a child is not easy. And now I understand why she hates the idea of forced parenting so much.
"Good morning, Alpha Theodore," the hostess at the restaurant I enter greets me and her eyes immediately drop to the baby carrier in my hand. She looks confused, but she doesn't comment on it, "They're waiting for you."
I follow her until we reach the table where Rahul and Isaim are sitting.
"Hey there, Dad," Isaim greets me but I just roll my eyes, "It wasn't easy, I imagine? Your eye bags have eye bags."
"I don't want to talk a
