Those three sentences rolled between them like boulders. When he gave a sidelong glance at Bliss, he couldn’t read her expression. Maybe she was still chewing on it. Maybe she was trying to figure out how to tell him to get lost.
“I’m so sorry,” she finally said in a soft voice. “I can see why that’s hard for you.”
He looked at her in disbelief. “Not just for me. For you. And our baby.”
“It’s sad that he won’t have any grandfathers.” She stopped fanning herself with her hat and put it on. It cast a shadow across her face. “But I bet we can ask Alvin to fill in. He’ll want to, anyway, since he’s my godfather.”
“You don’t understand. That’s twenty-five percent of our baby’s genes unaccounted for. And honestly, the other twenty-five percent that I’m contributing ain’t much to boast about.
