tiny hands. Lydia reached for Gryf’s hand and laced their fingers together as they watched the tiny baby move around on the screen.
“You put on your forms that you’re eighteen weeks and I’m going to have to
disagree. Were you basing that number off your last period?” the doctor asked.
“No, I went to the ER and they did an ultrasound there,” Lydia said. “If I’m not eighteen weeks, then how far along am I?”
“I’d say more like twenty-two. The baby is smaller than she should be so I can understand their confusion, but if you look at the way she’s developed, then you can see that she’s a bit older.”
Lydia felt herself pale. If the baby wasn’t conceived at the party, but was in fact a month older, then that meant…
“Are you all right?” the doctor asked.
“I’m fine.”
Gryf frowned down at her and she knew he’d want to hear more than “I’m fine”
when they got out to the car. The rest of her appointment didn’t hold any surprises and the doctor scheduled her next visit a month out. Lydia had barely closed the car door when Gryf turned to face her.
“Why were you upset about when the baby was conceived?”
“Because it means I know who the father is. I just don’t know that I should tell him. He won’t care about the baby, not unless he thinks he can gain from her financially in some way. I’m not proud of having been with him, but it was a weak moment on my part.”
“Then I know where we’re going next.”
She looked at him in curiosity. “Where?”
“My attorney’s office. You need to tell the father of the baby, but I want you armed with papers for him to sign his rights away. If he’s enough of an ass to only see this baby as a way to gain something, we’re going to take that away from him. I don’t want him having leverage over you. And he doesn’t sound like the type of father our girl needs.”
Our girl? Lydia got a stupid smile on her face from hearing those words.
They reached the attorney’s office rather quickly and Lydia couldn’t help but feel nervous as they went inside. She was surprised when she saw the lawyer was an alien, this one tall with mint green skin and snow white hair. It was cut short and spiked on top, and his eyes were a beautiful lavender. He was rather striking and must have been staring because Gryf gave her hand a squeeze.
“Lydia, this is Virax. Virax, this is Lydia and she has a small problem. As you can see, she’s expecting and she would like the father of her baby to waive his rights. Would it be possible for you to draw up papers for the male to sign?” Gryf asked.
Virax smiled at Lydia. “Not good father material?”
She shook her head. “He’s into the party scene. Not just alcohol, but I think he does drugs sometimes too.”
The aliens shared a look.
“I actually have a standard document for something like this that I can tweak a little. If you’ll give me the male’s name, I’ll get it ready while you wait.”
“His name is Phillip Conroy.” She held his gaze. “As in Boaz and Felicia
Conroy.”
Virax whistled. “So he comes from a criminal family as well. Then we definitely want to make sure none of them have access to that baby. I have no idea how you fell in with his sort, but we’ll do our best to make sure that’s where he stays…with his sort.”
“I’ll just take Lydia out to the waiting room,” Gryf said, leading her by the hand.
When they sat down, she knew he had questions, but for whatever reason, he
wasn’t asking them. He kept their hands clasped together, but she noticed his knee bounced with nervous tension. She wasn’t sure if it was because of what she’d revealed to the lawyer, or if it was something else. She knew there was only one way to find out.
“Are you disappointed with me?” she asked.
He seemed surprised, his eyebrows lifting. “Of course not. Why would you think that?”
She gestured toward his bouncing knee and he stopped.
“I don’t like the
“You put on your forms that you’re eighteen weeks and I’m going to have to
disagree. Were you basing that number off your last period?” the doctor asked.
“No, I went to the ER and they did an ultrasound there,” Lydia said. “If I’m not eighteen weeks, then how far along am I?”
“I’d say more like twenty-two. The baby is smaller than she should be so I can understand their confusion, but if you look at the way she’s developed, then you can see that she’s a bit older.”
Lydia felt herself pale. If the baby wasn’t conceived at the party, but was in fact a month older, then that meant…
“Are you all right?” the doctor asked.
“I’m fine.”
Gryf frowned down at her and she knew he’d want to hear more than “I’m fine”
when they got out to the car. The rest of her appointment didn’t hold any surprises and the doctor scheduled her next visit a month out. Lydia had barely closed the car door when Gryf turned to face her.
“Why were you upset about when the baby was conceived?”
“Because it means I know who the father is. I just don’t know that I should tell him. He won’t care about the baby, not unless he thinks he can gain from her financially in some way. I’m not proud of having been with him, but it was a weak moment on my part.”
“Then I know where we’re going next.”
She looked at him in curiosity. “Where?”
“My attorney’s office. You need to tell the father of the baby, but I want you armed with papers for him to sign his rights away. If he’s enough of an ass to only see this baby as a way to gain something, we’re going to take that away from him. I don’t want him having leverage over you. And he doesn’t sound like the type of father our girl needs.”
Our girl? Lydia got a stupid smile on her face from hearing those words.
They reached the attorney’s office rather quickly and Lydia couldn’t help but feel nervous as they went inside. She was surprised when she saw the lawyer was an alien, this one tall with mint green skin and snow white hair. It was cut short and spiked on top, and his eyes were a beautiful lavender. He was rather striking and must have been staring because Gryf gave her hand a squeeze.
“Lydia, this is Virax. Virax, this is Lydia and she has a small problem. As you can see, she’s expecting and she would like the father of her baby to waive his rights. Would it be possible for you to draw up papers for the male to sign?” Gryf asked.
Virax smiled at Lydia. “Not good father material?”
She shook her head. “He’s into the party scene. Not just alcohol, but I think he does drugs sometimes too.”
The aliens shared a look.
“I actually have a standard document for something like this that I can tweak a little. If you’ll give me the male’s name, I’ll get it ready while you wait.”
“His name is Phillip Conroy.” She held his gaze. “As in Boaz and Felicia
Conroy.”
Virax whistled. “So he comes from a criminal family as well. Then we definitely want to make sure none of them have access to that baby. I have no idea how you fell in with his sort, but we’ll do our best to make sure that’s where he stays…with his sort.”
“I’ll just take Lydia out to the waiting room,” Gryf said, leading her by the hand.
When they sat down, she knew he had questions, but for whatever reason, he
wasn’t asking them. He kept their hands clasped together, but she noticed his knee bounced with nervous tension. She wasn’t sure if it was because of what she’d revealed to the lawyer, or if it was something else. She knew there was only one way to find out.
“Are you disappointed with me?” she asked.
He seemed surprised, his eyebrows lifting. “Of course not. Why would you think that?”
She gestured toward his bouncing knee and he stopped.
“I don’t like the
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