It’d only been a couple of days since the accident that took their friends’ lives, and things were far more chaotic than Cris could have ever imagined. Not that Cristofer had ever imagined such a tragedy, but things weren’t getting any… better, for a lack of another word. He and Eleanor had taken on the responsibility of watching the baby while the couple’s family members arrived from out-of-state for the funeral. It was only supposed to be temporary, and now the lawyer had sprung it upon them that, no, in fact, both Eleanor and Cris were to be Marcus’ new guardians. Cris ran a hand through his hair, his body exhausted from it all. He couldn’t take care of a kid – he could hardly take care of himself! It’d been hours since the lawyer’s visit, yet Cris still sat in silence, eyes fixed on the small child as he played in his playpen. Every now and then his gaze would shift to Eleanor, though neither had spoken much since the lawyer’s departure. “I don’t know what they were thinking.” The words left his throat in a hoarse whisper as cerulean blue eyes fixed back on the infant. “How could they make such a big decision without even asking how we felt about it?” Okay, so he was angry, but he had every right to be! In the span of a couple of days he’d lost his best friend, and had basically become a co-parent alongside a woman he’d never even shared pleasantries with before.