For the first time in his life, Ian realized that he has been shocked into silence. He had no words. "A father?" he repeated, his voice barely a whisper, as if trying to convince himself he'd heard correctly this time. Thankfully, he was sitting or he would have made a fool of himself again.
"Sebastian Frost, tell me where you are at this moment! And what did you inhale?"
"I am at home, Ian. And before you come there, I mean my holiday home."
"Fine. Which is the nearest mental hospital? Is it the new place you bought that you were telling me about? Send me the location. Wait, did you hit your head or something?"
Finally, Seb could not help but chuckle. He should have expected Ian to not believe him. " Ian Frost. I am going to be a father. I am not high and have not been in an accident. I am also not pulling a prank on you. And if you doubt me one more time... I will let Lucien be the Godfather!"
