Anne Sutton looked at her mother and said, "I can't bear to part with Ian."
Mrs. Sutton: "..."
She looked at Anne Sutton, her face a mask of confusion. 'Is there something wrong with my daughter?'
'Ian is Ethan Linden's son, and who even knows what woman he had him with. What is there for her to be so attached to?'
Anne Sutton looked at her mother and asked, "Mom, you've met Ian. Don't you think he's cute?"
As she said this, Anne Sutton had the exact same look she used to get as a child after scoring perfectly on a test, waiting for praise.
'After all, Ian's very existence brought her a greater sense of accomplishment than any perfect test score ever could.'
'Because Ian was just so darn cute!'
Mrs. Sutton said, "He's fine."
'No matter what, he's still Ethan Linden's son.'
'However cute he might be, what does that have to do with Anne?'
'No matter how adorable, he's still another family's child.'
