“What are you doing here?” Olivia snapped.
Daniel slowly turned.
The panic in his eyes hadn’t faded.
“Why didn’t you tell me it was a girl?”
Olivia stared at him.
Then she laughed.
Not kindly.
Not happily.
Just bitter disbelief.
“Why would I tell you anything?” she said. “You said the baby wasn’t yours.”
Daniel ran a hand through his hair.
“I didn’t mean that.”
“You meant it enough to divorce me.”
“I thought…” His voice faltered. “I thought you lost the baby.”
The words hit Olivia like a slap.
“What?”
“My fiancée told me,” Daniel said quickly. “She said you weren’t pregnant anymore. That you miscarried after the divorce.”
Olivia felt her stomach twist.
“Your fiancée lied.”
Daniel’s face darkened.
“You’re serious?”
“Congratulations,” Olivia said coldly.
The baby shifted again.
Daniel looked down at her, and something dangerous appeared in his expression.
Hope.
“When was she born?” he asked carefully.
“This morning.”
“And you never told anyone?”
“You made it clear you didn’t want to be a father.”
Daniel swallowed.
“I didn’t want to be forced into it.”
“I wasn’t forcing you.”
“You said the baby would change everything.”
“Because it did.”
He stared at the baby again.
Finally he asked quietly,
“What’s her name?”