Chapter 49 Whose Son Is That?

• “Look at the size of the cock on the boy, it’s not mine,” Johann said bitterly, spitting in a corner of the room. Olga glared at him.
• “Of course, it’s not yours,” Anja retorted bitterly. She was tired but not of the birthing process. Her arm ached where Johann had earlier twisted the joint in an attempt to subdue her but she eagerly reached up to hold the baby Olga was holding out to her. He was clean and beautiful, eyes already open, staring with beautiful gray eyes at his mother. He smiled at her. Anja loved him immediately, he hadn’t cried once.
• “Whose eyes are those?” Johann asked with distrust.