Imprisoned While Pregnant, She's Back for Payback novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33 Whose Baby?

Hearing that, Tess hesitated. Charles was already reaching for his wallet.

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The vendor watched him happily, fishing out a sealed baby rattle, ready to trade it for cash.

Ring, ring-

Suddenly, Tess’s phone rang in her pocket.

She froze when she saw the caller ID.

It was her mom, Kylie Larson.

Layla didn’t notice the sudden shift in Tess’s mood. She didn’t even glance at the wrapped toy; she just reached up toward the one in the vendor’s hand.

“Sorry!”

Tess pulled Layla close. She looked at Charles, silently asking for help getting home.

Charles agreed right away. Layla kept staring longingly at the baby’s rattle as they walked off.

The vendor sighed and stuffed the toy back in the bag.

“I’ll take that one.”

A voice cut in, startling the vendor.

“Huh?” The vendor blinked at the young man. “I’ve got new ones in the bag.”

“That one.”

A few seconds later, the figure from the loft appeared again, leaning against the window. There was a baby rattle in his hand.

Finn gave

it a gentle shake, his eyes unfocused, staring through the toy.

In his mind, a smiling woman appeared–smart suit, soft features, no scar.

His hand suddenly clenched, nearly snapping the rattle.

He quickly loosened his grip. Seeing it was unharmed, he let out a breath.

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Chapter 33 Whose Baby?

Then he stood there, a little dazed.

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What am I doing? Just because a baby likes this rattle, I suddenly don’t want to break it?

Finn looked up—just in time to see Tess laughing at something Charles said, her eyes soft, smile easy. The way she looked at him had a warmth that pulled one in without even trying.

Those eyes were on Charles. The baby in her arms was staring at him too, blinking wide, curious eyes.

The three of them, side by side, looked just like a family on a grocery run.

Finn’s breath hitched.

His

gaze turned sharp, almost vicious, locking onto Charles–then slowly shifted to the baby.

That baby… looks a lot like him!

The thought almost escaped his lips.

But the next second, doubt rushed in. The baby’s features weren’t fully formed yet.

Tess and I had only crossed the line once–that night before she went to prison. What are the odds she got pregnant from that?

And knowing how clingy she is, if she had my child, she would’ve begged me from prison–played the kid card just to get out.

So if it’s not mine… whose is it?

Could it be… Max’s?

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