I picked up the little one and kissed him on his cheek. This kid, raised by Myra, had fair skin, and there was a soft baby smell about him that I just loved. Whenever I teased him, he giggled, lifting everyone's spirits.

Honestly, I felt a special connection with this child. He seemed to remember me, his eyes following me and touching my face as he babbled away.

Lauren looked at the little one and commented, "You're so kind, Chlo. You like every child you meet."

"You don't like his charming little antics?" I quipped back, and Lauren rolled her eyes.

I turned to Myra. "Did Johnson ask Matthew about the child's future?"

Myra nodded. "Yes, he did, but Matthew hasn't made a decision. It seems like he's having a hard time letting go. After all, he called him his son for several months. It's not easy to be so heartless."

Lauren immediately retorted, "Does he have a heart at all? He's only that way because this little one has a dangly bit between his legs!”

Myra and I stared at Lauren.