The baby was sitting on the floor with a mat laid out, his toys surrounding him and scattered around.
He was so small, barely he would reach her knees.
He glanced at her and her breath hitched a bit. He had the same stony eyes. Oh, those beautiful eyes. They looked so pure and innocent on the baby and the exact opposite, malicious and devilish, on his father.
She sighed and moved forward to sit on the couch. Cassidy entered the room and nervously sat down on the couch behind the baby.
She waved around and directed her question at the young mother. "How do you afford all of this?"
"Huh?" Cassidy blinked in return.
Dumbass.
Why was every dumb person sent her way?
"I mean, what do you do regarding your occupation."
"Oh," she nodded in understanding. "I work at a coffee shop."
