"What do you think?" Conor asked, his stare steady and calm.
"How could I know? I ain't you!" Ethan huffed, clearly annoyed.
Conor squeezed some shampoo into his palm and worked it into a froth before gently massaging it into Ethan's hair.
"Whether you get it or not, here's the deal: I ain't got no feelings for your mom," Conor stated, his tone ice-cold. "I had no clue you even existed."
"So, even if you bumped into my mummy, you wouldn't tie the knot with her?" Ethan asked, a note of discontent in his voice.
"Exactly." Conor nodded. "But, you're my kid. I'm cool sharing the kid duties, but I can't marry her."
"You're such a jerk!" Ethan exclaimed, anger bubbling up.
His mummy is such an amazing lady.
She endured so much while carrying him and his sister!
Yet Conor had these two a
