(Alexia POV)
My head snapped at him with wide eyes. It was not a question but a statement.
"How can you be so sure? He is not yours." I was relieved when my voice didn't falter. He stared at me straight in the eyes.
"Then whose is it?"
"What?"
"I asked whose it was?"
I wanted to say he is my child and that the father is none of his goddamn business, but my mind spoke on its own.
"It's my sister's son."
I cursed at my statement as he frowned, confused. Thus I made up a story, on that very spot. I didn't need to justify to him but I couldn’t say I had a child with another man. I just couldn’t. So, in the end, I made up a story about how my sister got knocked up and was going to kill the child when I took him and ran away.
"And ever since then I have been his mother and I will always
