son's

ading him a storybook. Judging by the cold weather tonight, I bundled him up in a

of milk. She decided to spend the night at my house after the launch of my clothing

th my arms wrapped around myself for warmth, even thoug

er milk slowly as she stared at me. "Do you have

pausing briefly. "What was Scott doing at your clothing line launch?" s

s he doing in California? Are you back together w

t ended the day he asked me to abort Liam. All I feel for him is hatred and res

th him. I just didn't say anything because I didn't w

Hilda gave me a doubtful look. She knew how deeply I had loved Scott and how devastated I was the night he broke up wi

t that's all behind me now. He may be Liam's father, but our

u might be older than Alex, but your brother would skin him alive if he knew you two w

om to lie down while Aunt Hilda settled in the guest room. As I lay in bed, the sound of rain

rella," he had said

out you?

" he replied with a smile, and I

? I mean, your umbr

there whenever you're free," he said, flashing another smile before

ad shared with Scott ended years ago. He may have loved me once, but he also shatte

dy morning. I quickly prepared Liam fo

iam up from school. Though my clothing company was new, it was already

me the phone. I had asked her to call me by my name instead of "

it was time to head home. I already mis

t was a quiet road where cars rarely passed. If I had kn

t even have a spare tire in the trunk. I could've called

d ask for help, but my relief quickly turned to annoyance when Scott stepped out of the car.

he calle

apped, turnin

car?" he asked, conce

ago that he didn't love me anymore? And judging by the lux

top following me, or I'll report

," he replied calmly, making

here?" I asked,

ence. Come with me,

t?!" I r

to help," h

n manage," I replied, though

This is a quiet road, and I won't leave th

ks I'd let him be a father to

ng me the mother of your son because I am not," I s

so stubborn?" he aske

hink about your safety, not abo

hen another car pulled up in front o

lis

efan, my friend from New York-or should I say, the ma