It probably all started when I emailed Alejandro a year after I had my daughter, Tessa. She was the daughter of my old boyfriend, Mitchell. When I told him I was pregnant, he fled the country.

What a great guy.

Anyway, I found out he lived 15 minutes away from me. He asked me to go get coffee with him on that Saturday. I asked if I could bring Tessa, because her day care wasn't open that day.

He said sure, so we met up the following Saturday. When he saw Tessa's blonde hair she got from Mitchell, he was especially surprised. I explained that her father ran out on us, and he accepted it surprisingly well.

That's when he fell in love with Tessa.

He thought she was the sweetest thing. It was three years after the volcano incident, and he looked almost normal, except for the scars.

It was so unlike Alejandro to be like this. It wasn't like him at all. I guess he matured since Total Drama… I think.

"You seem…" he starts. "Different."

"I guess I matured since I had Tess…" I conclude.

He nods.

Fast-forward a year and a half after that. I have talked to Alejandro every night, and he was over at m apartment, as he usually was.

Tessa sat on the floor, and Alejandro and I sat on my couch, scarfing down spaghetti and meatballs.

Tessa was just learning to talk. She would babble on and on and on, while playing with a MatchBox car.

That was when she looked up and Alejandro, who was paying rapt attention to the T.V., and said, "Daddy!"

Fast-forward three years. Alejandro and I had been going out since a week after Tessa called him daddy. And that's what he was known as. Every night, she would ask me, "Is daddy coming over? Is daddy coming over?"

She was five then, just starting kindergarten.

Alejandro and I went out to dinner, and I got a babysitter for Tessa.

We chatted about all kinds of things. Tessa, our jobs (we're both lawyers, coincidentally), stuff like that.

When I took the bill from him, he dropped on one knee, and…

You can see where this is going.

I said yes.

Fast-forward a year.

Our wedding day.

Tessa, six, struts down the aisle in her pink, poofy dress, acting like a super model.

Such a drama queen.

Alejandro insisted that we didn't have a flower girl. He said it was too cheesy.

So Tessa just walked down the aisle.

Fast-forward seven years.

Present time.

I sit at the kitchen table, sipping my coffee.

Tessa is 13. Our twin sons, Lucas and Bennett, are 5.

"You know what?" I hear Tessa's friend, Kelly, say. "I found this really cool reality show my mom and dad used to watch all the time when they were younger. It's called the Total Drama series."

"Really?" I here Tessa ask coyly. "I love that show." I knew she was being sneaky, because she's been watching the show since she was 5. "What's your favorite season?"

"I gotta say, Total Drama World Tour. My favorite characters were Heather and Alejandro. They were so perfect for each other. I doubt they even talk to each other anymore. It's so sad."

I snort into my coffee.

"Dude," Tessa giggles. "Do you know who my parents are?"

"Who?"

"Them."

"Heather and Alejandro?"

"Yeah."

"But how? You have blonde hair!"

"Alejandro's not my real dad. My real dad left my mom when she found out she was pregnant with me."

"Then why do you call him your dad?"

"He's way more of a dad to me than my real one."

There was a silence, but then Kelly speaks up. "That is so cool. So they really do know each other now, huh?"

"Yes," I call. "Yes we do."

I wish I could see Kelly's face.