Anna's POV
"You didn't notice yesterday?" I countered, amused by his theatrics.
He shrugged dramatically. "Why would I be staring at your stomach?
Are you really pregnant or just putting on weight?" His hand reached out toward my belly.
I slapped it away immediately. "Don't touch." Despite my stern tone, I felt a rush of affection for Oscar. At least he still treated me like a friend, not a fragile porcelain doll.
He grinned, giving me a thumbs up.
"You're incredible. No wonder my brother came home yesterday acting like he'd lost his mind."
Once we were seated in the living room, I turned to Doris with genuine concern. "Mrs. Porter, please talk some sense into Logan. He says he doesn't mind being the father of my children."
Shock flashed across Doris's face.
Though she'd always been fond of me, I knew accepting me as the mother of her supposed grandchildren was completely different.
