Eddie was upstairs preparing to go on a date with one of his girlfriends. Harriet and Carl were both in the kitchen preparing dinner. And Lora was reading Richie a book in the living room.

The door bell rang and Eddie rushed down the stairs excitedly but then paused to return to his cool self.

Lora and Richie both looked at him.

Right before Eddie opened the door, he combed his hair back with his hands and then licked his lips.

He opens the door but only to find a tall white guy standing there.

"Hi, is Rachel Crawford here?" He asked with a warming smile.

"Um." Eddie looked surprised that it wasn't his date. "I think she may still be out of town."


Carl walked in and came by the door. "Hi, may I help you?"

"Yes, I'm looking for Rachel Crawford, but she's out of town?" The guy responded.

"Yes but she should be back soon. Please come in."

The guy walked in the house. "Oh, by the way, my name is Alex Decker."

Carl smiled. "It's nice to meet you, I'm Carl Winslow" He shook hands with Alex.

Harriet came from out the kitchen and into the living room where everyone else was.

"This is my wife, Harriet."

Alex takes out a hand for Harriet to shake. "Nice to meet you, I'm Alex."

"You say you know Rachel?" Carl asked.

Alex looks at Richie for a moment and then back up to Carl. "Yes. We use to date."

Carl and Harriet looked at each other at the same time.

"Are you sure you mean Rachel?" Harriet asked.


Carl chuckled a bit.

A car pulled up at the drive way.

"Speaking of date." Eddie started. "Here comes mine!" He walked off very cool like and made a half turned back. "See y'all later." He smiled and left.

"Have a seat, Alex." Carl offered and they sat down.

Alex took another glance at Richie again.

"I never saw you with Rachel before." Lora said.

"Well that's because it's been eight years since I've seen her." Alex replied.

Everyone starred at Alex.

Alex looked at Richie and couldn't help but to notice a little resemblance. "Are you Rachel's son?"

"Yes." Richie replied.

"What's your name?" Alex asked him.

"My name is Richie."

"Are you eight years old?"

"Yes." He shook his head.

Carl smiled awkwardly. "Alex, did Rachel know were coming here today?"

"No. It's been a while since we've talked." Alex took another glance at Richie and then turned back to Carl. "I'm not only here to see Rachel, but I'm here to see my son as well."

Everyone looked at each other kind of funny.

Carl sat up to his seat with a confused look. "Your son?"

Alex smiled as he looked at Richie. "Yes. I'm Richie's dad."

"Huh?!" Richie looked at him very confused. Everyone else looked in shock.

"Um, not to be rude, but, you're white." Lora told Alex.

Alex laughed a little and smiled. "Yes, I am a white guy."

"So how can you be Richie's father?" Carl asked looking a little confused.

"When I last spoke to Rachel, she told me that she was pregnant and I was the only guy she'd been with." Alex told him.

"I don't get it. If you're Richie's dad, where have you been for the last eight years?" Harriet asked.

"I've been searching all over for my son. I was so excited to know that I was going to be a dad but once she told me she was pregnant, she never spoke to me again. I've tried calling her, leaving her messages but she never responded back to me."

Rachel came in through the front door with a light suitcase. Everyone looked at her.