Paige's Point of View.
"Oh my Goddess," Olivia gave a whispered squeal of delight as I closed the door to Oliver's bedroom.
"Yup, you're an Aunt," I told her. "To Oliver Jake Walker."
She looked at me wonder. "He is so adorable."
"He is." Not that I was biased or anything.
"Even without his name there would be no need for you to guess who his father is," I said quietly as we crept away from the door. "He's the spitting image of his father."
"He is way cuter than his father. He's half you. And that makes him perfect."
"You're right again." We grinned at each other.
"So what now?" She asked me as we collapsed onto my sofa. We were both a little tipsy and a lot tired. It was coming up to three in the morning.
"I spoke to Jacob on the phone yesterday," she continued. "He is a
