Viya's POV
"We should get married."
The words from Caesar's mouth came through so clearly, so genuinely, that the sour ache in my chest refused to be suppressed.
It rushed upward, making my nose and eyes burn with an unbearable discomfort.
He'd actually considered marrying me.
If—if he weren't from the Blackwood family, if he weren't Margaret's son, could we really have what he'd just described?
Would we have gotten married?
Would we have given this baby a complete family?
"Knock knock—"
At the sound of knocking, I quickly lowered my eyes, forcing back all those emotions, along with the sting in my eyes.
Elizabeth pushed the door open and walked to my bedside.
Somehow, she saw right through my facade with one glance. "I adjusted your gestational age down,
