Chapter 12
“Yes. I won’t offer you any false hope. I’m sorry, son.”
“No more sorry than I am. Why couldn’t she divorce me if she felt she had to get rid of me? Doesn’t she realize that will make our children bastards?”
Dad had no answer for that, and Phil was glad he’d fallen in love with a vampyre, even if nothing could come of it. It broke his heart to see his brother like this.
A nurse brought in a wheelchair. “Ready to leave us, Mr. Small?”
“Yes.” He settled himself into the chair.
“We have a little something the nurses in the department put together for you.” She put the bag in his lap.
“Thank you. That’s so kind of you.”
She blushed and poked into it. “It’s not a lot, just some diapers and baby wipes, a few cans of formula, and a couple of Onesies.”
“Still, that’s very kind. My son and I appreciate it.”
“We were all just so sorry his mother…I mean…” She blushed deeper. “Ty is a little sweetie.”