Viya's POV
I knew Caesar well enough to know that blunt directness was practically his default setting.
But having him ask the question so baldly still caught me off guard.
My lashes lowered as I tried to figure out where to look, anywhere but directly at those intense grey-blue eyes. "No," I said quietly. "That's not why."
And it wasn't. Not really.
I'd actually thought about this scenario before—what I would have done if I'd found out about the pregnancy under different circumstances.
If it weren't for what Margaret did—none of this would have blown up my entire understanding of our relationship.
If none of that had happened, if there'd been no misunderstanding between us... I probably would have told Caesar about the baby immediately. Maybe even excitedly.
Caes
