Honey, your son is here. Chapter 1

I asked a DoorDash driver to help me deliver a baby.

"Deliver to who?" he asked.

"The CEO of Sterling Corporation," I said. "Alexander Sterling. He's sterile."

Alexander was about to be forced out of his own company because he couldn't produce an heir. Today was the press conference where they were going to announce that his illegitimate half-brother would be taking over.

The Dasher arrived at the press conference, held the baby up high, and shouted, "Who's Alexander Sterling? Your DoorDash delivery is here. It's a baby boy."

"Can you sign for him, please? I've got another delivery to make."

* * *

A hush fell over the room, followed by a wave of frantic whispers.

"Is this for real? I thought he couldn't have kids. Isn't that why his father is kicking him out and giving the company to the other son?"

"Yeah, that earthquake three years ago. He was saving a kid and a piece of rebar got him. No more kids. That's when his father announced he had a 'secret' son in college, to 'secure the family line.'"

Now, three years later, that "secret" son, Ethan, was back, ready to push his older, legitimate brother out of the way and take over the company.

Ethan had been gloating about it, his voice dripping with condescension. "Don't blame me, big brother. Who told you to be a hero? An earthquake hits, and you run *towards* it to join a rescue team? Don't you know that no good deed goes unpunished?"

"You saved some random kid, and now you can never have one of your own. It's almost... tragic. You had it all, and you just threw it away. I thought I'd be the bastard son forever, but look at me now. Winning without even trying."

I had been at the mall nearby, dressed in a furry bunny costume, trying to earn some money for baby formula. I'd gone to the restroom on my break and overheard Ethan mocking my baby's father. I decided then and there that I had to do something.

I found a Dasher outside. "I'll Venmo you fifty bucks to make a delivery to the Sterling Corporation press conference. It's an express order."

"What am I delivering?" he asked.

I held up a sweet, pink, sleeping baby. "Deliver this to the sterile CEO, Alexander Sterling. Tell him it's his son. And if he doesn't believe you, tell him to get a paternity test."

The Dasher's eyes went wide. "Are you serious? You're not trying to pull a fast one on me, are you? This isn't some kidnapped baby, right? Everyone knows that guy can't have kids."

I didn't know how to explain. But then his expression changed. "You know what? I'll do it. I can't stand seeing illegitimate kids steal what's not theirs. Let's do this."

Ten minutes later, just as Alexander's father was about to announce that Ethan would be taking over as CEO, the Dasher burst in.

"Who's Alexander Sterling? Your DoorDash baby is here. Sign for it, I'm in a hurry."

The room exploded. Reporters swarmed the Dasher, microphones and cameras in his face. "What did you just say you were delivering?"

"His son," the Dasher said, his voice booming. "Now, where is he? Mr. Sterling, your kid is here. Can you come sign, please? I've got another delivery to make."