"Damn it! Whether that baby has my blood or not, that's my baby. Mine." He finally showed his temper, but it was restrained and he did his best to keep his voice from rising even though it was firm. He stood and began to pace. He stopped and there was genuine hurt and tears swimming in his eyes, though the latter remained where they were because he would be damned before he would let her see him cry. "I don't care whether you nor Zecheriah approve of my choices... And I will deal with whatever comes with mother..."

Uriel was furious, livid even. That she should even... suggest... that he wasn't the father of the baby... was preposterous! He threw up his hands and then said in a forced tone, "Bugger to all of you if you can't accept that I am doing what I think is best!"