As far as I remember, the GH writers never gave Milo's mom a first name so I gave her one for my story. I hope it works okay! TY for reading this story!

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"Well?" Maxie prompted as the baby continued to chug away contentedly at her bottle. "You said this precious little dear is your daughter. You can't leave me hanging now. How is that possible? I mean, I know how it's possible. Duh. But I didn't even know you were seeing anybody. Not that you exactly need to be seeing someone to make a baby. All it takes is one time to-"

Milo held up his hand to stem her rambling. "That's what happened. I mean, it was just the one time and -" he looked at the tops of his boots - "I am ashamed to admit, I don't remember much about it, but we made … We made her." He stared at the infant, smiling quietly. "We made Sally Ann."

"Her name is Sally Ann? That's kind of cute."

"Her mother named her Sally, but I added Ann, after my own mom - God rest her soul. I don't know… I see a little of Mama G. in her."

Milo dropped down heavily onto the beach. "I like Sally Ann a lot. I think I already love her, actually. The problem is…" He splayed his large hands. "I don't know how to take care of her. I'm all thumbs here. Santana - that's Sally Ann's mom - showed up at two a.m. a couple of nights ago and sprung her on me. I didn't even know she existed before that! Santana put her in my arms, said she couldn't take care of Sally Ann anymore, that she was my responsibility now, and then ran off to god only knows where."

Maxie's mouth gaped open in surprise. "Seriously, that is like… The plot of every 80's movie I've ever seen." Milo looked up at her questioningly. "Okay, that wasn't helpful, was it?"

"You are helping me out though. This is the first time Sally Ann has really stopped crying since Santana dropped her off. I don't think she likes me very much."

"Oh, please. That's crap. The baby feels anxiety coming off you in waves, so, of course, it's making her anxious. If you would just relax a little bit…" She studied his expression. "Which is probably easier said than done…"

"I didn't have these problems with the Corinthos kids. I could change their diapers, feed them their bottles, do everything they needed, no problem."

"It's different when it's your own kid," Maxie said, as she gently rocked the baby back and forth.

"I guess so."

"How does Max feel about suddenly being an uncle?" Maxie asked.

"He doesn't know yet. He's on a cruise in the Bahamas right now with his new sugar mama. He's incommunicado. "

Maxie quirked a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. "So you really are doing this whole new dad thing by yourself then?"

"Well, I could ask Mrs. C - I mean, Carly Spencer - for advice, but she's sort of in the middle of -"

"Trying not to be thrown into prison?" Maxie asked.

Milo cringed. "Yeah…"

"Well, you can call me if you really need help, Milo. You have my cell number, right?"

"I do… Hey, thanks!"

"Sure. I mean, it's the least I can do to repay you for stripping down and shaking your bacon at the Nurse's Ball this year!"