-Journee's POV-
What the heck is this man doing? What happened to the contract?
“Mr. Hayes, you really don’t have to do-do this.”
“Oh, honey,” Mrs. Holmes said. “The baby looks just like him,” she laughed. “It’s not that hard to catch the truth.”
“What?” Mr. Holmes was the only one in the room who seemed lost. “What-you have a baby?”
Oh gosh! This was not the time to be drunk. I made a mental note not to touch Taylor Port sherry again.
“I-this is my-all my fault!” I quipped. “He’s not the father-”
“What?” Everyone simultaneously said, bringing my brain to a steady ache.
“I-I mean, yes! Clearly, he’s the father.” I quickly clarified. “I mean who else could give my daughter those cute little freckles and those brilliant blue eyes…and that pretty little ginger hair.” I was simultan
