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?”
“Okay,” she said. “Let’s start with the obvious. Why is there a baby in our bed?”
Eric sighed, heavy with something more than sleep. “He was left on our doorstep a few days ago.”
“What?”
“I panicked,” he said. “I didn’t want to call the police right away. He was crying, and cold… I couldn’t just leave him there.”
“So you kept him?” Vanessa stared, stunned. “You didn’t think to tell me? Not even a message?”
“I meant to. I really did. But then he needed formula, diapers… I got overwhelmed.”
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