Carmen woke up terribly hung-over. She would never again go out drinking with Silvia, her friend got the worst out of her. The sun had already risen and was shining through the open blinds, which she had obviously forgotten to close the day before. She shifted in bed, trying to get some more sleep and discovered she wasn't alone. Carmen didn't remember him, and of course she didn't remember taking him home, but at least she was relieved to see that drunk her did have some good taste in men. The guy sleeping on her bed looked about her age, he had brown hair, thick eyebrows, and a thousand freckles. His eyes were shut, so she couldn't see the color, but he had the longest and thickest eyelashes she had never seen. A five o'clock shadow covered his jaw. She lay there, looking at him, wondering what she should do when a baby started crying. That was like a sign for him to open his eyes. Blue, they were blue.
-Hi, honey, are you awake already?- he said sleepily.- Don't worry, I'll get Lucas, you had a long night yesterday. Sleep some more, I'll make us breakfast.
He left the room leaving her alone. The walls were full of pictures of them both, there was one where she was wearing a wedding dress. She was married? When did that happen? At what point between the previous night and that morning did she meet that guy, marry, and, apparently, have a baby? She went back to sleep hoping it all was a nightmare. But, when she woke up again, she did so to the smell of pancakes. The room was still the same, and the guy who had been sleeping next to her was smiling at her leaning on the door frame, whilst nursing a, what looked like, 6-month-old baby with his same blue eyes.
In the meantime, another Carmen was searching frantically around her house, that wasn't her house, for her husband and her baby boy.
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