“I’m pregnant, Jensen.”
His brows came in. Confusion racked his body as he stared into his wife’s dark brown eyes. “But…really?”
Her eyes filled with tears, though not happy ones as she slowly shook her head. “But, it isn’t yours.”
Sitting in his car, Jensen looked around the parking lot of his apartment complex and wasn’t sure how he’d gotten there. He was thinking too hard. Why he was thinking of the end of his marriage would forever plague him. He didn’t do that anymore. He hadn’t in a really long time. Ophelia didn’t want him, couldn’t be with him, and that was fine. He forgave her, but sitting across from Wren, hearing everything she was saying, it all came back. With a vengeance.
Wren was pregnant.
And she wanted him to pose as the father and her husband.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, he was completely surprised he hadn’t screamed yes at her. It was his chance. She would be his. But he knew it would end. Much faster than it began, and he might lose his family in the process. Winston and Elaine Lemiere were fiercely protective of their children, including him, but something like this, knocking up their daughter and then marrying her behind their backs, that would throw one hell of a wrench into their relationship.
And then there was Wells.
Fuck. Wells might kill him. He would usually be the one Jensen would call to talk something like this out. When Ophelia had told him she was pregnant by a guy at her work, Wells was the first one Jensen called. He loved Vaughn, he did, but until recently, Vaughn didn’t do love and relationships. Plus, Wells and Jensen just had a different kind of friendship. Jensen was the one Wells came out to when they were sixteen. Wells told Vaughn the following day, but Jensen knew first. They trusted each other, they loved each other like brothers, but this… This could ruin all of that.
But he couldn’t leave Wren hanging. Wouldn’t Wells want Jensen to help her? He understood the whole inheritance thing. It was dumb, and her grandfather was an idiot in his opinion, but it was what it was. With Wells giving up his portion since he decided to “stay gay,” as his father put it, Wren felt she had to get all of the money for both of them. Jensen would do the same thing in her position, but could he do this? Could he lie to the faces of the people he loved as much as he loved his own parents?
It was for the girl he had always loved.
Though, he couldn’t forget—she didn’t love him.
She just wanted a quick fix. Marry him, make him the “father,” and then ship him off at the end. Not only did he hate the way she was thinking, but he also didn’t like that she wanted to take all the blame. He would be the victim again, and man, what an ordeal it had been back then. Everyone all up in his business, trying to make sure that he was okay. It was suffocating. Plus, what if Winston and Elaine felt bad and stopped talking to him?
And what about the baby?
Would he be considered a deadbeat dad?
Fuck.
Throwing his door open, he got out, keeping himself from reaching for his phone and calling Wells. He wanted to, so badly, but he wouldn’t do that to Wren. Heading into his condo building, he chose the stairs to burn off some of the crazy that was making his brain hurt. It didn’t work, though. All it did was burn his legs, and when he reached Brie and Vaughn’s condo, he prayed she hadn’t cleaned out the fridge yet.
Knocking on the door, he could only hear Tricksie, their dog, going crazy, but no sign of them.
“Hey, buttface, we’re over here.”
Turning, he found Vaughn in the doorway of his condo. “What are you doing?”
“Packing,” he said simply, pointing to the box. “How’d your date go?”
“Don’t,” was all Jensen said as he went by Vaughn and to his fridge, reaching for a beer. Pinning Vaughn with a look, he said, “So you knew?”
Vaughn’s brow lifted. “Knew what?”
“That Wren is pregnant.”
Vaughn’s mouth snapped closed as Brie said, “Yeah, she told me last night.”
Jensen pointed to Vaughn, his eyes on Brie. “She told him like six months ago.”
“What?” Brie asked, looking at Vaughn. He just shrugged, looking every bit like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “I thought you didn’t know.”
He cleared his throat. “No, I did.”
“And you didn’t tell me?”
“I couldn’t.”
“Or me,” Jensen added.
Vaughn threw his hands up. “I couldn’t. She made me swear.”
“Why’d she tell you?” Brie asked, leaning on the bar as Jensen did the same, wondering what his best friend would tell his fiancée.
“Um, well, she wanted me to marry her and act like the father.”
Oh, Vaughn went with the truth. His buddy was growing up. “Really? But we were together.”
“I know,” he said quickly, holding his hands up. “Thanks, jackass,” he spat at Jensen before going over to his soon-to-be bride. “She was going to pay off me and you. But I said no, because I only love you and wouldn’t hurt you like that.”
Her eyebrow quirked. “Pay you? How much?”
“Why does that matter?”
“Because if it’s a lot, then take it.”
“Brie!”
She snickered, her eyes bright. “I’m kidding.”
Vaughn rolled his eyes while Jensen let out a long breath. “So, now, she’s asked me.”
They both looked over at him. Vaughn shook his head. “I told her not to.”
“Why!” Jensen and Brie said at the same time.
Holding his hands out like it was obvious, he said, “Because, duh, I knew what she wanted. She doesn’t want forever, dude. She wants a quick four months, tops. Then you divorce, and we all know how you are about that. Next thing you know, we find Jenny on the ground, drowning in a pool of his own tears, and I’m standing above him, unsure what to do because I don’t do man tears, and yeah, no. I told her no. For you.”
Rolling his eyes, Jensen glanced at Brie. “You’re marrying and having a kid with this fool?”
“He’s really great in bed.”
Vaughn glared. “You know it’s true!”
“I’m a big boy. I can take care of myself,” Jensen added dryly, but Vaughn shook his head.
“With anyone else, yeah, I totally agree with you, but this is Wren. Wren Josephine Lemiere. You know I know how you feel about her. How you’ve loved her since the moment she told you something about hammering something or some stupid shit like that—”
“Hammering something?” Brie asked, and Jensen nodded.
“It’s a really great story—”
“It’s wack and dumb.”
“It is not,” Jensen snapped, shaking his head. “It’s a great story!”
“Well, out with it, then,” Brie said before Vaughn could complain more.
Jensen smiled. “We were working on some houses for NateWay1, and she comes over in these short as sin shorts and an even tighter shirt.” His lips pursed as he could see her vividly at that moment. “She was stunning, beautiful, and, of course, I was already crushing hard on her.”
“He’s crushed on her since we were kids.”
“I have,” Jensen agreed. Though, Brie was just grinning, enraptured by the story. “She was standing there, just looking pretty on her phone, and I asked her to hand me a hammer. She looked at me with this grin and said, ‘So you can bang the hell out of that nail?’ and I’m like, ‘Yeah, that’s what you do.’” When Vaughn rolled his eyes, Jensen glared, but he couldn’t help the chuckle that left his lips. “She laughed and laughed, and then goes, ‘I was trying to be suggestive, Jenny, come on.’ She walked away like it was nothing, but I swear I fell in love with her at that moment.”
Brie blinked. “Because she made a joke about a nail?”
Two peas in a pod, Vaughn and Brie were, but before Jensen could reiterate how much Wren meant to him, Vaughn said, “Don’t listen to him, he’s a weirdo. But know he loves the chick, and she is going to break him if he does this. Like, in two. For real, bro. Don’t do it.”
Jensen set him with a look. “Like you said, it’s Wren. I can’t not do it. She needs my help.”
“Let her tell the damn truth!”
“You know how much that inherence means to them. They were spending that money even when they didn’t have it. They need it. Both of them.”
“That’s her own damn fault.”
“Vaughn.” Vaughn looked up as Jensen glared. “They both gave you a lot of money when that whore took all of yours. That was on credit cards, I know that for a fact.”
“That’s not fair.”
“And you never paid them back.”
“They told me I didn’t have to!”
“Because they knew this money was coming,” Jensen said simply. “I can’t not help, but I sure as hell don’t like how she wants to end it.”
“That’s what I’m saying, dude. She’s gonna break you.”
Biting his lip, Jensen stared down at the counter, trying to think it through. “What if I came up with my own terms?”
“What terms?”
“I don’t know,” he said simply, shaking his head. “But something…something so I don’t get hurt.”
“You gonna tell her you love her? Because unless she says it back, you’re gonna get hurt.”
“Shut up,” Jensen said, waving him off before he started to look for a pen and paper. “What if I did it for the chance that she would, though?” he said once he found a pen. Looking up, he met Vaughn’s worried gaze. Brie stood beside him, her face twisted with her own concern.
“What if that backfires? What if she says she’s trying, but she doesn’t?” she asked slowly. “We all know how Wren feels about relationships.”
Swallowing hard, he nodded as he found some paper. “But what if I can change the way she thinks?”
“Jensen, come on. That’s insane. It’s Wren. You’re walking into a clusterfuck, dude. This could be so bad,” Vaughn tried, but Jensen was shaking his head.
“Or it could be so good.”
“So you’re gonna play daddy to some douche’s kid?”
Holding the paper and pen in his hand, Jensen met his best friend’s gaze, tears clouding his eyes as he nodded slowly. “What if this is the only chance I get?”
Vaughn’s shoulders dropped. “Jenny. Come on.”
But Jensen shook his head, heading toward his room and shutting his door.
He understood Vaughn’s apprehension, hell, he had some of his own, but he knew from the moment Wren had asked for his help, he was going to help her.
He just wanted it on his terms.
* * *
Staring down at the sheet of notebook paper that had his terms listed, Jensen felt his heart in his throat. That was, until Tricksie licked half his face off before scooting beneath him to look down at the paper too. As she inhaled very dramatically, taking after her father, he smiled.
“I’m with you, girl,” he muttered as she leaned her head up, licking his jaw.
Tricksie was as annoying as her father, but like he did with Vaughn, Jensen thought the world of her. She was a good girl, and he’d probably miss her more than he missed Vaughn when they moved. He wasn’t sure how he got stuck watching her while they ran some things over to the new house, but he didn’t mind. She was nice company.
“What should I do, Tricksie?” She whimpered up at him, cuddling against his chest. “Yeah, I don’t know either.”
As he stared down at each bullet point, he knew Wren wouldn’t like it. As Vaughn had said, she might even agree just to get through it, but might never intend on sticking to their agreement. She wouldn’t screw him, but she wouldn’t even try to entertain his terms. She was a hard sell, Wren was. She had been hurt a billion times by assholes who only wanted sex. She had never in her life been loved right by a man. She always fooled with the guys who wanted to hide her since she was a little heavier or who just plain wanted to fuck her. No matter how many times everyone told her she was attracted to douches, she still went after them.
And got her heart broken.
He knew this, and he knew going into this wouldn’t be easy, but he had no choice.
He had to help her.
When his phone sounded, he looked down to see that it was his mom. His lips curved as he answered, “Hey, Mum.”
“Mon chou, how are you?”
Usually, if he couldn’t get ahold of Wells, he’d call his mom for help. But even he couldn’t ask her for help on this. She would lose her mind and probably call Elaine. “I’ve been better.”
“What? What do you mean? You just won the Cup, you’re coming home in a couple weeks, and we’re having a big party. You should be happy.”
“I mean, I am, but I’m in a predicament.”
He could basically hear the gears in her head turning. “What do you mean?”
“I can’t really talk about it, Mum. I’m sorry.”
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“Are Vaughn and Wells okay?”
“They are,” he answered with a smile. They were as much her kids as he was. “I’ll figure it out.”
“I can help.”
“I know,” he said softly, running his hands along Tricksie’s dark fur. “I gotta do it on my own, though.”
“Okay. Well, like I always say, follow your heart, okay?”
He nodded, pressing his nose into Tricksie’s head. His heart said to do it, not to look back and just to help her. But his brain was begging him to make sure he protected that crazy thing that was his fragile heart. His heart had a habit of making him look like a dumbass. “Okay, Mum.”
“Good, now the reason I’m calling,” she said, clearing her throat. “You’re sure Wells isn’t upset we can’t come to the wedding?”
Jensen laughed. “Yes, Mum, everyone knows Dad isn’t up to travel. It’s fine.”
“I’ll send him lots of money.”
“He’ll love that.”
“And some glitter. Elaine said he wants doves with glitter or something.”
“Of course he does,” Jensen said, shaking his head. His best friend was very eccentric and awesome, and shit, what if Wells hated him because of all this? “It’s fine, I promise.”
“Okay, good. Are you sure I can’t help?”
“Yes, Mum. Thank you.”
“Sure?”
“Yes,” he laughed, and she chuckled softly. Man, he missed her.
“Fine, well, I’ll let you go, but call me if you need me.”
“I always will.”
“Good, I can’t wait to squeeze you!”
“Me either, Mum,” he laughed as they said bye, and he hung up. Throwing his phone onto the bed, he looked down once more at his notepad and exhaled loudly.
“Follow my heart,” he said aloud, which made Tricksie look up at him with her big brown eyes. “My heart leads to her.”
And he wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not.
* * *
The following day, Wren leaned back in the plush chair as Brie set her with a look. Wren had somehow gotten wrangled into coffee, which she felt was a bit annoying. Brie was relentless when it came to getting information, but apparently, after their dinner, there was still more info to get. In Wren’s mind, though, Bradley didn’t exist, and the baby was given to her by the stork.
“The stork did not impregnate you.” Brie glared as she leaned back in her own chair, not showing a bit but still wearing a shirt that claimed “Don’t eat watermelon seeds. This happens.” with an arrow pointing to nothing but her vagina, but Wren wasn’t going to be the one to point that out. “Tell me the truth.”
“You don’t know him,” Wren said, frustrated since they had been on this subject for probably seven hours. “He doesn’t matter.”
“Was he a boyfriend?”
“No.”
“A friend?”
“Kinda.”
“And he didn’t want it?”
“No, told me to get an abortion, tried to pay for it, and said if I keep it, he’ll deny it’s his.”
“What a fucking fucker. I’ll kick him in the taco because there is no way he has a dick. Asshole.”
Wren laughed. “You’re insane. You’ll never know him.”
“Thank God.” Brie shot her a serious look. “And he better thank his lucky stars you aren’t telling anyone who it is because the boys would kill him dead.”
“Oh, I know. He doesn’t deserve to get his ass kicked by them. They’re men, he’s scum.”
“Agreed.”
“He hasn’t even reached out, nothing.”
Brie rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “Such shit.”
“Yeah, but whatever. I’m good. We’ll be fine.”
Brie smiled, sitting up as she looked across the table, leaning down over her little cup of tea. “So, it’s a boy?”
Wren’s lips curved as she nodded. “Yeah.”
“Have you thought of a name?”
She shook her head. “I just call him kiddo.”
Brie beamed. “That’s nice.”
“Yeah, but I might need to come up with something better. Kiddo Lemiere doesn’t really have a ring to it.”
“This is true.”
They shared as laugh before both sipping on their tea. Licking her lips, Wren glanced over at Brie. “I asked him. Jensen.”
Brie nodded. “I know.”
Her lips parted a bit because she hadn’t expected him to tell them that she had spoken with him. But then, Vaughn was his best friend. Before she could ask what was said, Rodney, Brie’s brother, came to the table. “I need twenty dollars.”
Brie’s face twisted in confusion. “I just gave you twenty.”
“I know, but I need more. I want to buy something for Phyllis.”
“Rod, you’ve bought enough stuff for her.”
“Brie, please,” he whined, and like Wren knew she would, Brie pulled out a twenty and gave it to him. “You rock, thanks!” Before he turned, though, he glanced to Wren. “Are you getting fat?”
“Rodney!” Brie exclaimed.
“What? She is!”
Wren laughed. “I’m having a baby, Rod.”
“Oh, cool. Brie’s having a baby too. She’s gonna get fat.”
“Thanks, brother.”
“But you look super pretty today.”
“Thanks, Rod,” Wren laughed as he trotted away, and when she looked to Brie, she was beet red. “He’s like a Sour Patch Kid sometimes, huh?”
“Seems that way,” Brie said, shaking her head. “I’m so sorry.”
Wren waved her off. “It’s fine. How’s he sleeping?”
“So much better since you recommended that new drug,” Brie said, an expression of relief covering her face. “He wasn’t doing well for a minute there.”
“With Down syndrome, it’s tough. You can’t tell what’s the Down syndrome and what’s anxiety. Plus, I think he has a little more anxiety than what he’s letting the doctor in on too.”
“I do too,” Brie agreed, leaning on her hands as she watched her brother buy mounds and mounds of candy. “But he’s doing so much better now. They’re saying we might be able to travel, so I think before the season starts, we’re gonna take him to Harry Potter World.”
Wren beamed. “He’ll love that.”
“I know. All three of us running around with cloaks and wands. I already told Vaughn he’s wearing one.”
Wren laughed. “And he will because he loves you two.”
Brie nodded happily. “I’ll be big and pregnant, but it will be fine.”
“Yeah, you’ll have a blast.”
“Will kiddo be here?”
Wren swallowed hard. She hadn’t realized that. Before the season started, she’d be a mom. Holy shit. Breathing in deeply, she nodded. “September third.”
“Wow. That will be here before we know it.”
“Yeah,” she said nervously. It was cool when she didn’t talk about the little guy growing in her because she could pretend it wasn’t real. But once she did, anxiety ate at her core. Would she be a good mom? Would she suck? But more than any of that, it scared her that she would be doing it all alone. “Hopefully, I’ll have a husband by then.” Brie nodded as Wren watched her. Sipping on her tea, Wren looked over her cup to her friend and asked, “And so Jensen talked to you guys about our conversation?”
Brie shook her head. “Don’t do that to me, please.”
Wren’s face twisted. “Do what?”
“Put me in the middle. I can’t tell you what they say, the same way I can’t tell them what you say.”
“You told Vaughn about me being pregnant,” she pointed out with a smile. She wasn’t mad; she understood Brie’s loyalty to Jensen. He would do the same for her.
“You didn’t tell me I couldn’t.”
“So they told you not to tell me what was said?”
Brie shrugged as she looked down. “Yeah.”
“Wow. Jerks.”
Brie scoffed as Wren shook her head. “Is he gonna do it?”
“Wren…”
“Sorry!” she said, holding her hands up. “But in your opinion, do you think he’ll do it?” When Brie just looked back at her, Wren glanced away. “Fine.”
“Just be patient.”
She shook her head. “I expected him to just say yes, and I’d be good. I didn’t think I’d have to wait.”
“Wren, you’re asking a lot.”
“And I offered him five million bucks! Plus, I’m pretty sure I lied for all of them a lot when they were younger. Like when they were all shitfaced drunk, and I told my mom they had food poisoning. And then I started acting like I was puking to make it seem like we all had it.”
But Brie was just staring at her. “You offered him five million? Shit, Wren, I’ll marry you and be the father.”
Wren laughed hard. “You’re silly.”
“How much are you getting?”
“A lot.”
Looking a little awestruck, Brie shook her head. “Obviously. No wonder you’re doing all this.”
“Yeah, it’s gonna set Wells and me up.”
“Wow.”
“Stop looking at me like that,” she laughed, and Brie smiled.
“Really, though, no one has met me. I can so go do some of that special effects makeup and look like a guy. It would be easy peasy!”
“You’re such a dork,” Wren snorted as her phone went off. Reaching into her bag, she pulled it out to see it was a text message from Jensen. Her heart picked up speed before she slid the notification over and read his message.
Jensen: Can we meet? Today, if possible? I can come by your office or your place. I don’t want to do this in public, though.
Shit. What did that mean?
Hovering her fingers over the keyboard, she felt her heart beating so hard that it made her vision fuzzy. Brie was going on about growing a beard or something, but Wren couldn’t pay attention. She read the message once more and then swallowed hard before typing back.
Wren: I have an opening at one, but it’s only for about thirty minutes.
Jensen: That’s fine. I’ll see you then.
Wren: Okay.
She went to tuck her phone back into her purse but then paused, bringing it back up.
Wren: Okay, I lied. I have a full hour, but I figured I’d need some time if you said no before my next client.
Jensen: I’m not gonna say no.
Oh! Yay!
Jensen: But I’m not saying yes either.
What? What the fuck?
Wren: Oh, okay, so I guess I’ll see you in a bit.
Jensen: Yup.
Pursing her lips, she sucked in a deep breath as she started to gather her things. Brie looked up at her expectantly, and Wren exhaled. “Jensen is coming to my office to talk.”
Brie nodded. “Cool.”
“Though, I’m sure you already know what he’s going to say.”
“Actually, I don’t. So call me later?”
Wren glared. “I thought you knew!”
“No, they talked, I listened, and then Jenny went to his room for like nine hours. No one knew what he was doing.”
Wren thought that through. What in the world was going on? “Well, I guess I’m about to find out.”
“Well, good luck, and don’t forget my offer.”
Wren snickered. “I’m not kissing you with a fake mustache.”
Brie held her hands up. “Then, no mustache. I can contour the shit out of my face to look like a dude.”
Shaking her head, Wren sent a quick wave to Rodney before leaving the coffee shop. But the grin on her face was gone once she reached outside because in a matter of hours, she’d know what Jensen had meant.
And she wasn’t sure she’d like it.
* * *
Jensen was punctual, unlike the day before.
The knock on her office door came right at one, and she called, “Come in.”
He opened the door, and she swore she had to look away to keep from drooling. Though that only lasted a second before she glanced back up to drink him in. He was wearing a tee with fitted shorts that hugged his thighs and some sneakers. His head was covered by an Assassins ball cap before he pulled it off, tucking it into his back pocket the way he had done when they were kids. “Hey.”
“Hey, come on in.” He nodded, coming toward her desk and to the seat she was pointing to. “Have a seat.”
But he ignored her, coming around the desk to kiss her cheek softly. “You look pretty today.”
Her lips curved. “Twice in one day. I must be on a roll.”
He smiled. “Who else was complimenting you?”
“Rodney, after he called me fat.”
Jensen scoffed. “You’re not fat.”
“I feel huge.”
“You don’t look it,” he said simply, walking back around, but before he sat, he pulled out a little yellow sheet of paper, holding it loosely in his hands. He looked nervous, and he was chewing on his lip before he inhaled sharply. “You’ve done absolutely nothing with this office.”
She laughed. “I have pictures of the people I love,” she said, pointing to her desk, and he shook his head.
“Elli Adler’s office is a shrine.”
She nodded. “I know. Maybe when I have the baby, I’ll be like her.”
“I thought you hated the yellow in here.”
“Oh, I do. I want to change it to white, but they won’t let me. Says it bores people,” she said with a grin.
“Better than black, which I’m sure you’ve considered.”
“So many times.”
He laughed. “I remember when you painted your bedroom black. Man, Elaine was pissed.”
“I thought she was gonna skin me alive.”
“And then when she found out we helped, I feared I wouldn’t be fed.”
She laughed. “Yeah, but you were.”
“And you’re still alive.”
“Thank God.”
A silence fell between them as they both stayed locked in each other’s gaze, small smiles on their faces. “So, I’ll get to it,” he said suddenly, moving to the edge of his seat.
She did the same, holding her breath as he unfolded the paper. As he ran his hand over his mouth, she said, “Okay.”
He nodded. “So I basically hate all your terms.”
Her brows came in as she let out the breath she was holding in a whoosh. She hadn’t expected him to say that. Sounding like there was a frog in her throat, she croaked, “Okay?”
“So here are mine.” His hands were shaking, and he wouldn’t look at her as he started to read. “I want six months.”
“Six months?”
“You had said two weeks after the baby comes, that’s not okay with me. I want a full six months.”
“For what?”
“To make you fall for me.”
When he looked up, she was sure he found her gawking at him. “Excuse me?”
“I don’t want another failed marriage. If I do this, we do this for real. I want us to move in together, I want us to make love as husband and wife, and I want us to try to make this work.”
Did he say make love? Her head cocked to the side, and then she started laughing. “You’re kidding. You’re funny. Wait…you’re not kidding?”
“No. I’m serious.”
“Jensen—”
“If I’m going to lie to my second family, to my own family, I want it to be worth something.”
She was flabbergasted. “I said fake husband, Jenny, not real.”
“I understand that, but you’re asking someone who has been divorced before. I don’t want that again. If I’m going into this, I want it to be real. And if at the end it doesn’t succeed, at least I tried and you tried.”
She could only blink, her mouth hanging open. “But we’re not into each other like that.”
“Says who?” he asked, swallowing hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. “I am extremely attracted to you. I have known you my whole life, and I…um…” He bit his lip and then shook his head. It was almost as though he was holding something back. “I feel this could work. At least, we should try for the baby’s sake.”
Confused, she shook her head. She felt like everything was going a hundred miles a second and she was holding on for dear life. “What? For the baby?”
“Are you sure the father is out of the picture?”
Her voice was sharp. “Completely.”
He nodded. “Then my last term is that you let me be the father.”
Wren’s eyes widened. “I assume you mean not a fake father.”
“Yes, I want to be the boy’s dad. I want him to grow up and think I’m his father. When he turns eighteen, we can tell him the truth if you want, but he would have my last name, and he would be mine.” His voice was strong, his gaze holding hers.
Breathless, she could only stare at him, unsure why he would want this. “Why, Jensen? Why would you want to be the father of a kid who isn’t yours?”
Looking down, he inhaled shakily before nodding his head and meeting her gaze once more. “Because not only is it your kid and a boy needs a father, but I can’t father children of my own.”