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Ivy

"What are you doing here?" I ask, entering the room and suppressing a loud growl not to startle the babies. I take two more steps towards the blonde, who continues to cradle my son in her arms. However, she takes two steps back and smiles at me in a way I can't explain, but I know it's not good.

"Isn't he beautiful?" Paige asks, ignoring my question. She lets out an emotional sigh, and immediately, I feel intrigued. What is happening here? Why did she come to the mansion? And dear God, why is she here in my children's room?

"He looks like his father, don't you think? Our beautiful baby!" My heart skips a beat at this last sentence, and I gasp instantly.

"What... what did you say?" I ask with a thread of a voice. However, Paige chuckles softly but audibly enough to demonstrate her happiness. "Give me back my son, Paige!" I demand, reaching out my arms towards her. However, she clutches the child, protecting him with her body, and moves further away. I swallow hard.

"No, he's mine!"