Although Renee hadn’t mentioned any names directly, it was painfully obvious to everyone that her biting remark was aimed squarely at Ethan. Ethan was about to leave with Clara, but those words stopped him cold. He turned slightly, his expression darkening. To him, Renee was just stirring up trouble. Maya was barely two months pregnant—the baby wasn’t due for several more months. It simply wasn’t time yet to buy a crib, and anyone with common sense would know that. But Maya, ever eager to provoke him, shot him a frosty glare and added sarcastically, “What more could I expect from someone who’s always mooching off others? A man like him won’t lift a finger. Hmph! Cayden will take care of our child. He’ll buy the crib, won’t you, honey?” Cayden responded promptly, “Of course I will.” Then Maya turned to him sweetly and asked, “Are there baby cribs on the upper floor? Let’s go check them out. After that, we can come back down and pick out a bed for ourselves.” Cayden nodded a