~Ayden~
Izzy hated me at this point. I was sure of it. The way her mouth fell open and her eyes narrowed on me was all the proof I needed. As relieved as I was to know she wasn’t having a miscarriage, I didn’t want to give her the wrong impression.
I cared about the life inside of her, not Izzy. The baby was innocent. If I were the father, I had to look out for the child. Hell, even if I wasn’t the father, I still had an interest in what happened to the baby. It didn’t ask to be created. Its mother did that out of spite. Why should a child be born into this world under those circumstances?
The baby’s safety and welfare is the reason I asked Chris about home health nurses. It’s why I suggested one be hired to take care of Izzy while she was on bed rest. I knew she wanted me to be the per
