Mine was in a hospital. I was living with a girl who was pregnant when she moved in with me. I helped deliver the baby, cut the umbilical cord, and for the next year, I was daddy to her. Then her mom and I went our separate ways and I never saw her again until I met her online recently. I answered as many questions as I knew the answers to about her biological father
Yand the situation of her birth. It wasn't much, but it was the best I could do. She wasn't my daughter, but after a year of rocking, feeding, walking, and changing diapers, you bond. At least I did.