His mind started to race. His heart pounding. "Hey, Steves?" he questioned, never taking his eyes off the photo.
"Yeah?" she took a long drink of her coffee as she looked at him. "Oh. You found that."
"Who's is it?" He turned towards her stricken with the fear of the unknown.
"Not important."
"It's pretty impor..." He let his last statement go mid statement. "Boy or girl?"
"Girl. It's really
"Oh. Why is the photo here?"
"You won't get it unless you meet her." She shifted her weight from one foot to the other.
"I'm not exactly sure what you mean."
"Come on." she dragged him out of the door and into her car. "You're going to have to..." she motioned to the driver's seat.
"I know."
The whole drive was silent. Lindsey was too scared to ask any more questions. And Stevie didn't want to give out too many answers.
They arrived at what appeared to be a daycare. Stevie guided him inside. "This is Bianca." She said directing him to a woman in her twenties holding a toddler.
"Nice to meet you, Bianca." He said extending his hand to the woman.
"Actually, I'm Angela." she said blushing. "This," she motioned at the toddler, "is Bianca."
"Oh. Well she is beautiful. Is she yours?"
He tried putting the pieces together without all the answers. Maybe Stevie and Angela are friends and Angela made her Bianca's godmother. He played out close to ten different scenarios in less than a second.
"Steph, you've got to do a better job of informing him." Angela laughed nervously. The toddler was messing with Angela's hair.
"Linds, she's mine."
"And..." Angela added handing the child to Stevie.
"And," she sighed, "yours."
