okay. Good.” Did he mean good? Good that Daniel didn’t know Noah was his father? That sounded bad. Damn. He was in deep weeds here.
“You must have thought I was an asshole ignoring you like that.”
“But you didn’t. You wished me well and said I’d do great.”
“I meant with your job, Mel, not…that. Christ, you were having a baby. That I…uh…caused.” He cleared his throat. “I should have been there.” He seemed to be walking on ground that could disappear beneath his feet.
“No. That’s the point. I didn’t consult you about what you wanted. I didn’t need you.” She hesitated. “I mean, I didn’t want you to feel obligated. I knew you never wanted kids. And I took full responsibility on my own.”
“Okay. I get it. I just… Hell.” He was stranded in a weird limbo. He always knew what to do. Here, he was stumped. “So, how old is he?”
“Almost a year. His birthday’s the twenty-fifth. He’s small for his age—he came a little early—but he’s very healthy.”
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