Morgan POV

I sat on the couch; it was a new day, and I watched how Tricia slept. I took Ethan, who was awake with me so that he wouldn't wake his mother up with his cry when he was hungry.

I gave him some milk and saw him staring at my chest.

"I am not your mother," I said and he blinked.

Just as I was about to continue feeding him, my phone rang.

"Bernard, what do you have to say?" I asked.

"Do you accept visitors?" He asked.

We spoke for some minutes and he told me that he ...