Stan
My i***t son is so gung-ho about finding the little twit that he believes is his child that he hasn't even taken a moment to consider that he might not be the father. The similarities are uncanny, I'll give him that. If we are going off looks, it would be a good possibility that Samuel is the father. Unfortunately for him, I'm not an i***t. I know my bloodline when I see it. I know what my genes produce and what they don't. The mutt is not my grandchild, he is my son.
The little shedevil was smart. She landed herself right in the territory of the King and Queen. We would be idiots to go after her. We would be bigger idiots to just let her be. I don't see that we have much of a choice at this point though. Maggie won't tell them who I am. She would be so scared that her child would g
