My Two Dads
My best friend growing up didn’t know who her father was. Evidently, her mom had been dating two guys at the time she got pregnant and they both wanted to be the father. So, they decided to just go with it. One was called “Dad” and the other was called “Papa.” Our entire childhood, she looked so much like “Dad” who was taller, lankier, and had straight hair.
Everyone assumed that she was his child, but they never wanted to get a DNA test because Papa still wanted to be involved. Well, flash forward a few years and she hits puberty early, at around twelve years old. She stops growing, gets a bigger chest, and her hair turns curly. Within two years, it was abundantly clear who the real father was—she had inherited Papa’s genetics.
We’re now in our twenties and she’s 5’1”, curvy as heck, and has a mop of curly hair. She’s a spitting image of her older half-brother, Papa’s son. As far as I know, all three of her parents are still good friends and there are no hard feelings. I guess it all worked out pretty well in the end. Story credit: Reddit / Ggabitron