Be My Baby. A. L. Michael

back, but didn’t take his eyes from her, tracing the outline of her blonde hair, the curve of her lip, the vibrancy of those perfect blue eyes as she glared at him, daring him to question her.

      ‘How... how old are you?’ Jamie asked, his eyes not daring to move to Mollie’s.

      ‘Eleven,’ Esme huffed. ‘Are you listening to me? I said you need to go now, and don’t come back!’

      ‘Eleven?’ he whispered to himself, searching for Mollie’s eyes and holding them once she looked at him, ‘Eleven.’

      ‘Go! Now!’ Esme roared, and Jamie nodded numbly, moving like a marionette, falling from the studios and out into the light.

      Mollie took a deep breath and shook her head. That was not the look of a man who had abandoned his girlfriend and unborn child all those years ago. That was the look of a man who never realised he had a child at all.