Ian frowned through a bite of tikka masala, feeling something of an unexplained annoyance at the mention of his friend not wanting to raise Ava. That was wrong of him, he thought, and tried to shake it quickly... but being a father himself, he just couldn't not get a the smallest bit upset at the idea of Vinny not taking responsibility as godfather. Or maybe it was just at how it had been left to Victoria alone. Neither had meant to come to raise a child; the least that could be done was to stick with it together, even if they weren't together.
"Don't say it's fine," Ian spoke out, setting his fork down on the edge of the plate and catching her straight in the face. "It's not fine, and I'm not afraid to admit that, even if he is my friend. And you don't need to pretend it is, to me."
Sighing, he crossed his arms and leaned back in his seat, the food suddenly not the most important thing in the room. "He doesn't have to pretend to be her father, but he does need to do something. Neither of you asked for this, so it doesn't matter who wants to do it."
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