"Damn it, Hestia, I have a right to tell her where she can place that rubbish of hers!" His hand shaking in fury, he reached out, grabbing the edge of his desk and holding to it tightly. "I want to see what Hannah said, and Macmillan and Stebbins too. I want to see just what everyone said to this shameless wench, and when I'm finished, I intend to put in my own opinion of her. Perhaps it only encourages it, but the alternative is sitting here and letting everyone think that I'm keeping some sort of shameful silence."
His anger faded, but only minutely, as he looked at her. He normally didn't care about what the public thought of him, despite his need to keep up a good image for his job, but this...this he was very insistent about. No one could be allowed to think for a moment that Hestia was a bad Mum, or that he was anything less than thrilled at this baby, their son or daughter. "I couldn't be prouder of you, of this child. I don't want anyone thinking otherwise."