Kat's POV

= Hayden =

I rang the door bell with my elbow and Moira opened the door for me. She quickly grabbed little Charles from my arms, in case I would drop the baby because I was also carrying many shopping bags, "You bought a lot of things."

"I did. Mostly just baby supplies. How funny that your friends want me to pick up the things for the baby instead of doing it themselves. You know, shopping and playing dress-up is half the fun of raising the baby," I said.

"They want to do it themselves, but they are just too busy," Moira said. I guessed that's fair.

"You could never guess who I just saw in the mall," I laughed, "Vanessa Willis, the bitch who stole my husband."

"And, what did you do? Did you walk away?" Moira's eyes kind of lighted up.

"I convinced her that Charles's my baby with Nate, and it worked," I laughed louder, "The look on her face was priceless."

We brought the bags and the baby into the nursery. "You know, you would make a great mother," Moira asserted as she started taking things out from the bags. There were some clothes, diapers and infant formula.

"No, I know I will be a lousy mother. I don't know anything about parenting because I didn't have a good role model," I teased, "But I will be a cool aunt who spoils the kid. Just look at all the toys I got for Charles."

I took a few puppets from the Toys'R'us bag and I figured I left one of the bags in the car. So, I went downstairs to get it. I walked to my car, but someone was in my front yard. It's a woman in her twenties with brownish hair. "Hi, how may I help you?" I asked.

"It's not your baby. Why are you doing this?" She grabbed my arm and said in a calm tone.

"Who are you? Did Vanessa send you? Tell her to get lost. She and Nate are not getting a single penny from me," I said loudly, almost shouted.

She let go of my arm. "You can't trust her. She is using you," But I guessed she's not sent by Vanessa.

"Who?" I asked. I unlocked the car and took the bag out.

"The maid. She is a real bitch," She said it so calmly and I was almost convinced, "She is using you to take care of the baby. She is taking advantage of you."

I locked the car and walked back to the house. "I don't know you and I don't know what you are talking about." Moira was nice to me. I didn't care if Moira or this woman had an agenda. "Now, please go away," I closed the front door on her. I took a peek through the peephole and she wasn't there.

= To Be Continued =