"He has got blue eyes just like me." Michael was fascinated by seeing the little one. Layla's throat got caught up hearing his words. How desperate she was to let him know that indeed Evander had gotten his eyes because he was the father.
"Can—Can I touch him?" Michael glanced at Frank, waiting for his approval. Frank, after confirming with Layla, nodded his head. Layla held her breath when Evander wrapped his little fingers around Michael's.
"He li-likes you," Layla uttered, and suddenly Michael removed his hand from him, causing the baby to cry out loud. Layla immediately approached Evander, taking him in her arms, she smiled at Michael, who was now seeking comfort in Frank's embrace. Whenever Layla would speak or catch his attention, he would cower away.
