Episode 515: Don't Speak

From her prone position in the hospital bed, Lucy’s eyes trained on them like a hawk, specifically on the baby cradled Michael’s arms.

Their baby.

A little part of him, and a little part of Lu, he realized edging that much closer, grabbing a better glimpse of her scrunched dark pink face and light dusting of black hair. She peeked out from her yellow blanket, seemingly as interested in him, as he was in her.

Was that possible? Could she just instinctually know who he was to her? He shook his head. He didn’t want to think about that. Didn’t want to see her seeing him. Expecting things she had every right to expect but he wasn’t ready to give, was he?

Yet he couldn’t quite stop looking at her.

Curran didn’t like it one bit. "Aren’t you Paul Jordan?" He was sure he’d met this guy on the society circuit. He was sure there was something not so casual in the way he stared at the baby. Something more than noting her obvious adorability. "Are you-"

"He’s a friend," Lucy volunteered too quickly for Curran’s liking.

"I’m sure you needed some support while we were gone," Curran said, "but we’re here for you now, and this really is a private time, just for family."

The young guy didn’t move at first. Finally, he tore his eyes from the baby, patted Lucy’s hand, and left the room. Curran followed him into the corridor and right up on Paul’s heels, demanding, "You’re the father, aren’t you?"

Paul froze. Answer enough. "You made your choice months ago. Live with it," Curran hissed, "come near that child, encourage that girl to change her mind, do anything to rip that baby away from my wife’s arms and you will regret it."

Episode 516: Beyond The Sea