*Genevieve*
I was sitting in front of my parents. The kids were engrossed in their cartoon, and I couldn't be happier. My mother immediately speaks up, "What did he say when he found out?"
"What makes you think I didn't tell him?" I ask.
She narrows her eyes at me, and says, "I am your mother."
"He found out last week. His mother apparently knew, and told him," I say.
"You should've told him yourself," my father says.
"I know daddy, but I was so scared."
"Did he talk about fighting for custody?" My mother asks.
"Only the first day when he confronted me. Aside that day, he has been pretty understanding. Ish," I say.
"Well, I can't blame him for that, but it was probably the anger talking. Lord knows how feels. What are your decisions now?" My mother asks.
