Fred frowned and watched Wesley walk out of the room with Rupert close behind him. She wanted to follow, too but she didn't want to leave Regan alone. With a soft sigh, she sat next to her daughter and handed her the bowl of popsicle. "How are you feeling, sweetie?" she asked.
"I'm okay. What's wrong with daddy? How come I've never met his daddy before?" Regan asked before she started to suck on a piece of the popsicle.
Fred didn't know how to answer that. It wasn't something Wesley and her had actually discussed before. It was almost as if Wesley had a piece of his life she didn't know anything about. And Fred was beginning to wonder why that was. "I'm not sure, sweetie," she said before kissing Regan on top of the head.
Soon the little girl was starting to doze off so Fred slipped the bowl out of her hands before using the washcloth to wipe the popsicle off Regan's hand. "Get some sleep, sweetie," she said. She stood from the bed and tucked Regan in before leaving the room.
Fred went downstairs and washed the bowl out before she stepped into the living room. "Regan's asleep," she said before she looked between Roger and Wesley.
"Ah. How is my granddaughter? I would've thought my son would have at least brought her over to meet his mother," Roger sneered.
Fred narrowed her eyes and then looked at Wesley. "What's going on?" she asked.