She stared blankly at me. "I have a son?" She repeated me. "You saw him?"
I nodded. "Yeah, Abby, I did," I answered softly. "Eight years from now, you're going to have a son."
I watched her for a reaction. She shook her head, as if my answer wasn't good enough. "Well, do you know who the father is?"
I answered solemnly. "Yes, Abby, I do." Her eyes grew wide. "So who is it?" She sounded almost scared to hear my answer.
"He-um- he said…" I had to take a deep breath, prepare. "Who, Connor?"
"He said it was me."