“This was a mistake. Give me the kid, now!” James demands.
“I am calling the authorities,” his mother says after handing over the baby.
“And do what? Scarlet chose me to be the father and I signed all the documents, I paid all the medical bills, and no one will question my ability to provide for him,” James says, strapping the baby back into the car seat.
“It takes more than being able to provide for a baby,” his mother says, trying to reason with him as he takes out his phone to book an Uber.
The Uber arrives shortly, and he gets in, in a hurry. In the Uber James sits with the car seat on his lap, looking at the baby, fuzzing.
“Ok, buddy, I am going to sort you out just now,” James says, searching his pocket for the piece of paper that the doctor gave him.
He dials the agency to in
