Page 71 of Shine: Sins of the Father
“Mine’s a baby outfit.” Rafe holds his hands up in self-defense.
“Don’t act like yours is any better,” Tori chastises.
I eye the bag suspiciously.
He shrugs and pulls out a onesie, holding it up for me to see. I burst out laughing, causing little Dylan to make a tiny whimpering sound that has my heart melting. I’m already so in love with this boy.
The onesie he holds says,My Uncle Rafe is smokin’ hot.
“Really? You couldn’t have just saiduncle. Felt the need to clarify, did you?” Kyle grumbles.
“And why exactly do you need to broadcast to the world that you’re smokin’ hot?” Sutton tilts her head, raising her eyebrows accusingly.
Rafe glances at Tori, who is now giving him a death stare.
“Yeah, why do you need to broadcast that?” she agrees.
“Okay, first off, thank you for agreeing I’m hot, Sutton.”
She huffs, shaking her head at his audacity.
“And second, don’t go getting me in trouble. I just like to flaunt it.” He winks.
“Jesus Christ, who did I marry?” Tori closes her eyes, shaking her head.
“Apparently, the smokin’ hot uncle,” Kyle drawls, putting quote marks in the air as he says it.
The hospital administrator chuckles, drawing my attention back to her. “Are they always like this?”
“Worse,” all three of us women say in unison.
“Sorry.” I look at the lady. “What was the next question?”
She turns her attention to the computer screen. “We finished up all your side. So, now we are on to the father.” She leans closer, locating where she left off. “What is the father’s name?”
At the question, the whole room goes quiet.
I glance nervously at my brothers, and they both stand there expectantly, waiting for an answer. I bite my lip, realizing I don’t know Shine’s real name, even if I wanted to give one.
“Yeah, Fiona. What’s the father’s name?” Rafe can’t seem to restrain himself.
My eyes shift from him to Kyle, who quirks an eyebrow, and then to the hospital attendant who waits for my answer.
“Um, it’s just me.”
She nods slowly, realizing the tension in the room.
“It doesn’t have to be, Fee, if you just tell her the name. I promise he’ll be in the boy’s life, if that’s what you want.” Kyle’s approach is a little more tactful than Rafe’s.
“Or, if we need to beat the shit out of him, we can do that too,” Rafe chimes in before Tori whacks him in the chest.
“Umph. What’s that for?” he grumbles, rubbing where she hit him.
“Your sister just had a beautiful baby boy. Your nephew. Get your ass over there and see him instead of harassing her.” Tori points to where Dylan still lies nestled in my arms.
“We can finish this later. I’ll just come back when you don’t have,” the woman surveys the room unsure what to say, “guests.”
With that, she closes her computer and scurries from the room.
