Ethan watched her interact with the kid young child. He thought back to the meeting. Twenty two years old and already being hounded to father heirs. A mother hen had flapped right into his life. Luck is like that, he supposes. He looks at the sleeping child in her lap. He goes with the logical answer. "I suppose we get him to the clinic and get him checked out. And then shopping for the little guy," Ethan answers tonelessly. Strange as it sounds, he actually wants to be feel something towards the mother of his child.<br/><br/>He leans back his chair, already thinking. It would take some convincing for the school to let her keep Anthony in her room with her. Perhaps a large donation would help that. Wait, when did he start thinking about stuff like this? What had see done to him? Still limited emotions, but he still so confused.