Ava
Chris’s eyes were wide as he looked down at the tiny bundle in my arms. I couldn’t help but beam, thrusting little Estella toward him.
“Isn’t she beautiful?” I asked. “Her name is Estella.”
Pursing his lips, Chris stepped forward and peered at the baby, who was sound asleep in my arms. He took one finger and gently tugged the swaddle aside to get a better look at her face.
“Whose baby is it?” he asked again, shooting me an apprehensive, if not somewhat amused, glance.
“Winston’s.”
Chris’s face paled, and he looked like he might pass out. “Ava, what the f**k are you doing with Winston’s baby?” he hissed, grabbing my arm.
“Relax,” I assured him, shaking my head. “I’m just helping care for her.”
“Does Winston know you’re caring for her?”
“Well… no,” I a
