Elijah came with me to register Parry’s birth certificate sorted out. On our way to the General Registry, he glanced at me and asked, “Are we really doing this? What’s the plan if it backfires?”
I waved him off impatiently. “First, I get the divorce. Then, I take back everything David took from me. We’ll figure out the rest later.”
Elijah didn’t seem too concerned. Instead, he held Parry close, completely smitten, rocking him gently the entire ride.
“Be good, Parry. Say ‘Daddy,’ let me hear it.”
I punched him in the arm. “Hey! Don’t corrupt my son.”
Elijah scoffed. “Annes, don’t be ungrateful. I’m putting in the hard work playing your husband—if nothing else, I at least deserve some credit. What’s the harm in letting your kid call me ‘Dad’?”
I stared in disbelief as Elijah tried to hoist my son onto his shoulders for a ride. This man was supposed to be a suave, powerful CEO. He usually looked so cool. But the moment he saw a kid, it was like his brain short-circuited.
I handed over Parry’s birth certificate to the government agency. The staff asked for my son's name.
I answered, “Parry Brassie.”