My cheeks flush with heat.
“Well, what do you say?”
The last thing I want is to be taken in out of pity, but this doesn’t have to be a forever thing. I can move in and form a plan, knowing that Greyson will tire of me.
Eventually, he’ll see that we’re not compatible, and we’ll find a way to co-parent amicably.
It’ll be difficult, but it’s the right thing to do for our child.
“You have a deal.”
The look of relief that washes over his face damn near breaks my heart, because it’s almost like he believes we could be a real couple.
Greyson talks the entire way back to the ranch about all the things he’s going to buy for the baby, and while I’m excited about his enthusiasm, a part of me is terrified because it all sounds too good to be true.
After he pulls up to the main barn, I start towards the workers’ quarters, where the live-in help resides, but Greyson stops me.
“You’re staying with me.”
“But…”
“Tell me what you need from your room and I’ll get it for you, but while you’re carrying my child, you’re not stepping foot in the worker’s quarters again.”
I grumble but follow him into his house, which I’ve only been to a handful of times.
He shows me around, eventually leading me into his bedroom.
“I have some things to take care of, but while I’m gone, feel free to nap.”
“Is that what pregnant women are supposed to do all day?” I say sarcastically.
“If you’re not tired, then shop online for clothes. I’ll get your new credit card to you by tomorrow.”
Before leaving, he bends, planting a kiss on my forehead, which is sweet.
Of all the unplanned pregnancies that have ever taken place, mine is the luckiest because Greyson isn’t just generous, he’s kind.
I was a fool to think he’d resent me for the situation we’re in. That’s just not like him. Even before he got me pregnant, he’d always made sure I was taken care of, as he does all of Crimson Crest’s workers.
Despite the joy I now feel at having a significant number of my problems erased, there is still a lingering sadness, because a part of me still feels like I’m trapping Greyson.
If he’d truly wanted me, he wouldn’t have waited so long, and he wouldn’t have been drunk.
Chances are, he’s not lying to me. He’s just misremembering feelings, mistaking curiosity for lust as some type of coping mechanism.
Soon, he’ll realize what we are to each other. That I was nothing more than his assistant who was available when he needed companionship.
But as tragic as that sounds, I know it could be far worse.
4
GREYSON
I can hardly think straight,I’m so hopped up on life.
For years, the weight of the Prosper heir situation has been felt by me and my kin, but we were too busy with either work or fun to do anything about it.
Now, our prayers have been answered, because not only do I get to be a father, but the woman having my baby is the only woman I’ve ever wanted for longer than a night.
