(Author's POV)
Jasper went still.
"There's not going to be any baby boy," he said.
"But what if there is?"
He pulled her closer. "You are always going to be the most important person to me. That doesn't change. Nothing changes that."
Rosalind pressed her face against his jacket and said nothing more.
He drove home in silence, and the silence wasn't entirely about Rosalind. It was about the fact that when he tried to picture giving her a real family - a stable home, a mother who actually belonged there - only one face came to mind. It had always been only one face.
He found Victoria waiting in the living room.
"Don't do that again," he said. He didn't raise his voice. "Rosalind is already going through the divorce. She doesn't need strangers being paraded through here on top of it.
