Jessica said while her mother sent her an admonishing look. “Do you want Isabella to think you have no manners?” She turned to her son. “Hello, Logan. Sorry to barge in on you, but I heard about the baby and I had to come see her.” “Ah. Dad told you.” Logan’s brow cleared as he began to understand what happened. “Yes.” His mother looked puzzled. “Why, didn’t you want him to?” “Not really,” he admitted, taking a breath. He should have fucking known. “Although I didn’t ask him not to say anything. I just thought he’d figure out that it wasn’t a good idea.” “Why not?” She handed the empty bottle to Isabella, and then cooed as she put Cinnamon on her shoulder and patted her back for a burp. “Because of this.” He gestured to the baby, his jaw tight. “Look, I don’t know if Dad shared all of the details, but Desiree could return at any time and take the baby back. Child Services could put her into foster care. I haven’t taken a DNA test, and don’t even know for sure she’s mine.”
