Shirley's POV
"Greg?" I muttered, rolling my eyes. The wrong people I just don't want to meet, and it turns out I was looking at them.
"Hey Shirley" he whispered, taking a stroll around my room and then his eyes settled on the cradle.
I swallowed hard, and then exhaled.
"We've talked this over, we won't cross paths again," I mused with a frown at him.
"Yes, I'm just so eager to see the colors you picked," he responded, and then moved his eyes towards my direction.
"You're not welcomed though," I snapped, folding my arms and unlocking the door.
"I have apologized, Shirley, for the sake of our child..."
"My child! And forgiveness doesn't come easy Greg!" I cut in boiling with anger. He should be lucky I didn't ruin his life because I thought of doing that, but then, taking his child
