"You just show up and claim he's your son? Is he?" Felix Fields shot him a look.
"Cece gave birth to him, so he's my son."
Hearing this, the other men's anxieties eased.
Although they each hoped the child would share their genes, Lucas Lockwood was right. As long as Cece was his mother, he was their child.
She carefully held the swaddled baby out toward them, her voice encouraging. "Come on, don't just stand there gawking. Want to hold him? You're all fathers now; you have to learn how to hold a baby."
At her words, the men instantly grew tense.
Lucas Lockwood was eager to try but had no idea what to do, terrified that one wrong move would hurt the fragile little life.
Several of the men gave it a try, but in the end, it was Julian Ford, the fastest learner, who took the baby into his arms with near-perfect form.
As the impossibly soft little body settled in his arms, even he, a man of unshakable composure, couldn't help but tense up and grow rigid.
