Margaux
Shawn spent more days in the hospital. And with each of those days, Quinn was there.
My son was extremely elated especially because he believed what Quinn said. That he would be staying with us in our house.
I have not agreed to that yet. But seeing my son this happy, I would probably have no choice but to say yes. That’s how much of a slave I am for Shawn.
“He’s the father,” Deonna told me. We are in her office because I am asking for advice about what I’m going to do with what Quinn said.
“He wants to stay with my son and me.”
Deonna nodded. “Of course, that’s understandable. He is the father,” she replied nonchalantly.
I shook my head. “I don’t think that’s how it goes. I don’t think he needs to be with us even if he is the father. We’re not dating or anything anymore
