Daphe's POV

I opened the door and froze.

Zayne was standing there, arms crossed, eyes narrowing at Christian curled in my arms.

“You… wait… that’s…” His voice cracked. “He’s… my son?”

“No, he's my son," I said, stepping back and heading inside, keeping Christian close.

“And you have no right being here. You’ve been absent his whole life. You left. You don’t get to claim him now.”

His jaw tightened. But you were mine

I stepped inside, ignoring him,closing the door ...