Page 92 of Sven

“Sven. Give her the baby.”

His dad moved to Natalie, who was still behind him, and reached for the baby.

Sven pushed at his father’s chest. “If you come near Winnie or Natalie, I will hit you. And I’ve been working out just like you said I should. Try me.”

He and his dad eyed each other for a long moment.

“I have fixed your problem.”

“You haven’t even begun to fix it. You are incapable of fixing it because you are incapable of being a father. Get the fuck out of my house.”

His dad glared at him. “You think you are some big man. You got a slut pregnant, and now you think you have what it takes to be a father.”

Sven closed his eyes and took a breath. He turned and took Natalie by the cheeks. “Go to the pool house. I’ll be out in a minute.”

Her brows creased as she took him in. “Are you sure?”

“Please. Go.”

Natalie gave a small nod and held Winnie to her chest and, thankfully, turned to leave.

When he glanced at Stacie, tears streamed down her face.

“I’m going to tell you one more time. You need to leave.”

“Sven, be reasonable. I tracked down the mother. I will give her a check monthly to keep her quiet. All you have to do is give her the baby.”

“That baby is your grandchild. How heartless are you?”

“Stacie,” he said, looking over to the women. “I want to talk to you about getting custody of Winnie. If you need help, I’ll help you in any way I can. You’re her mother.”

Stacie looked at the ground and gave her head the smallest of nods while tears streamed down her face.

“I’m going to ask to one more time to get the fuck out of my house.”

“You’re going to throw it all away—and for what. Some baby and some chubby piece of ass.”

Sven’s fist clenched at his side, and his jaw tightened as he tried to hold in the rage he was feeling. “Get the fuck out.”

His dad just puffed up his chest and glared.

That was it. His fist flew up and swung his dad in the face. He fell back on the banister on the stairs, clutching his cheek.

“Do you feel like a big man now?”

“Get the fuck out,” he growled as he fisted the collar of his father’s shirt and shoved him out the door.

His dad and the PI and left. Sven turned his attention to the crying woman standing next to the door, trying to decide if she should leave, too.

“Stacie, can we please talk?”

She nodded, and Sven watched from his front door to make sure his dad drove away.

“Please, come in.”

“You want me to come in after what I did.”

“Well... I’m not gonna lie. I’m still really fucking pissed at you, but you are Winnie’s mother, and that little girl is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I do have some questions for you.”

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