Vanessa’s breath caught. A baby? In their bed? In her spot?
They didn’t have children. They’d never discussed fostering. Eric had no family nearby—no nieces, no nephews. Her mind raced for answers, but none came.
He stirred, blinking through sleep. “Vanessa? What are you doing home?”
“In the kitchen,” she said, her voice sharp. “We need to talk.”
“Want to Explain the Baby You Forgot to Mention?”
Under the glare of the kitchen light, Vanessa stood with her arms crossed, exhaustion replaced by adrenaline. Eric rubbed his eyes as he followed her, his confusion turning to guilt.
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