Stephen
“What do you mean Laura’s pregnant again?” my father asked, his voice sharper than I expected.
I had come by the loft to check on him. He hadn’t been around much lately—skipping dinners, barely showing his face at the office. Something felt off, and I wanted to see for myself.
“I don’t know how I can make it clearer, Dad,” I said with a smirk. “Laura is pregnant. Again. There’s another one of my children inside her right now.”
His brows pulled together, eyes narrowing at me as if the words didn’t make sense. “I understand what you’re saying, Stephen. I just—don’t you think it’s too soon? Evan is only a year old. He’s still a baby himself.”
I leaned back in my chair, running a hand across my jaw. I knew where his concern was coming from, but it wasn’t something I hadn’t already
