She did not meet his gaze as he slipped into her personal bubble as was his wont to do. She tried not to recoil as he neared and scooped up HER son. At least the man wasn't a threat to the children, he seemed fond enough. She would give him that much. But nothing could ever stop the grating on her nerves. And then he began to speak of finding another home. He droned on about it and she wondered if he talked because he liked to hear his own voice, for she certainly had not uttered a peep to him as of yet and hardly had since their farce of a wedding. She had yet to forgive him for forcing it to happen despite her having changed her mind.

Finally, she turned a dispassionate gaze his way and muttered, "I am sure it's lovely." It was to her immense satisfaction as she watched her slightly smaller son, the one who Zech had propped up, got the telltale expression of having to poop written across his little face and the foul odor was due to tickle "daddy's" nose at any moment. Hell, she was sure that he might get a lesson in life when the boy probably pissed all over Zech's leg. She fought the urge to smirk.