Chapter 70

Ryan

There is no goddamn air-condition in this entire building. Electricity runs just fine in the village, but Charles doesn't want to waste it cooling down the rooms inside the hospital.

"As if we didn't have enough things on our plates already," I mutter to myself and hug the little hybrid, human, whatever closer to my chest. "Not only do we have to deal with matters of the heart, but now we have to survive in this extreme heat too."

I peer down at the silent baby as if I foresee him to answer me, and a smile thugs at the corner of my lips.

My heart has never been this unsettled, joyous, and broken at the same time. I'm holding little Wyatt in my arms, wondering if he will be content only having his father in the picture.

I should head to the library later, see if there are any books about fatherhood.

How do I raise a child on my own?

Tears are forming in my eyes, but I fight them and struggle to keep my lips under control. It's my