"What are you going to do?" Lydia blurted out, ignoring his question. How could he expect her to not read it? After all, she was the one who found the baby - his baby - at his front door. Not that she had actually done much of anything about it, but still. She felt like she was entitled to know what was going on.
She couldn't resist reaching out with one finger to stroke the baby's cheek. She was pretty cute.