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invention yet the rich man lived with a door that he had to get out of the car just to open.
    Fraser opened the car door as I collected my bag and pulled the keys out of the ignition.
    “Where the hell have you been, did you go to LA to get the shit?”
    “I bought essentials Fraser, the place was massive and you'd be surprised how much one little being needs.”
    I could hear the little being complaining.
    “Come on.” he groaned. “Don't think Kevin's doing a good job. She sicked up on his suit.”
    “He's here?” I gasped as I followed Fraser into the house.
    “Yeah, well apparently you said first thing this morning.”
    “Then I realized that you probably wouldn't have a car seat.” said the lawyer sitting on the lounge.
    A gleaming white smile greeted me as I walked into the lounge room, Kevin and another man were waiting for us. Yes, Kevin did have baby sick on his suit. It looked like he'd tried to wipe it clean and hadn't been successful.
    “And I realized that it might be a good idea that Fraser and bub should lay low for a while, so I rang and said we'd come here. All done.”
    Kevin jiggled a little padded bag, the associate stood with a pile of papers in his arms.
    “Once we've proved Fraser is the father we'll organize everything else. Should take about two weeks. When does the tour start?”
    “Two weeks tomorrow.”
    His eyebrows raised in response. Yes, it was cutting it fine and yes, it was going to be a hellish two weeks. As Fraser walked into the lounge room to tend to the crying child, I followed Kevin and his associate to the door. On the other side of the partially closed door, I stopped him.
    “Kevin, you make this concrete. Don't let that bitch have even a chance of getting her back. Did you read the note she left?”
    He nodded ruefully.
    “She called her an it, Kevin. What kind of mother does that?”
    “One that needs help.” he said dryly.
    I agreed with his thoughts on this, I didn't need to be a mind reader. Kevin flicked his hand through his waves of mousy brown hair. He was a man that was arrogant and probably thought that his shit didn't stink but he was a pretty good lawyer. Even if he had been fooled by a pregnant woman.
    “Look Eden, I'll get it organized. Just got to prove the kid is his and then we can go for full custody.”
    “Good. Keep us posted.”
    I walked back into the house, hearing the soft whispers of Fraser singing a song. Not a man to be satisfied with a lullaby, this rock star sang his daughter to sleep with Stairway to Heaven. I leaned on the wall, watching as his fingers grazed over her head, slowly lowering to kiss it.
    Pretty sure that my heart just melted which was great, it could put out the explosion that was my ovaries disintegrating in an inferno. Walk away Eden my mind scolded me. It was right, I shouldn't be standing there and watching him like that. Anyone would think that... nope. Not going to happen.
    I walked to the garage, retrieving the travel crib. For two weeks this was going to be how it would be. Living with a newborn baby that might be ripped away from us without care. Kevin did say that the woman was adamant, how could she be certain unless there hadn't been anyone else?
    Discarding the thoughts, I carried the cumbersome bag into Fraser's room and began to set up the travel crib.
    “Uh, your room would be much better.”
    I looked up to the door, the baby was asleep in his arms. That view right there, that was seriously hot. Mommy porn had nothing on this view. She was so tiny against his huge frame, her length spanned his forearm.
    I snapped out of my dreamy gaze and ignored the biological clock that just started to tick louder.
    “Your kid Fraser and my room is ten minutes away.”
    “Nah, it's right there.”
    His head jutted to the next door along. Momentarily I had forgotten he had suggested moving in here. I hadn't even started to pack my things. I'd barely started to organize being away from the place for a year.
    “I'd