The kid isn't mine

I answered the door with a grin on my face but immediately lost it when I saw who was on the other side of the door.  "Melissa", I was so surprised to see her. All the blood seemed to drain from my face as I looked into her tired eyes. She had a little boy, around five years old, on her hip and he looked like he just woke up from a nap. But I couldn't stop myself from staring at his eyes that were the same color as Drake's and I felt like someone sucker punched me in the gut. "Well aren't you going to let us in",She groaned. "S... sorry", I stepped out of her way and watched as she walked in and threw her stuff down at my feet.  I hadn't seen Melissa in ........ Wow, I can't even remember when. She looked so tired and worked out. Her platinum blonde hair was still perfect but it was all ratted and hanging loose around her shoulders. Her clothes were two sizes too small like always she she was showing way more skin than she needed to. She was a mother, for crying out loud. But even thou