"Our child." The words came automatically. He'd not expected to feel proprietorial over another human being; never expecting to have children of his own, he'd certainly not planned to care for anyone else's. Then, on his last visit, he'd felt the baby kick in its mother's belly, and suddenly he was in love.
"Ours on paper, perhaps. Your name will be on the birth certificate, but sometimes I worry you will not really want to raise another man's child."