Ronan's body went still, his eyes widening as if realizing the weight of her words. "A baby…" he whispered.
"Yes!" Sophia encouraged, her heart racing. "Our baby, Ronan."
Matthew stepped forward to stand next to Sophia. "Well, I'll be damned, brother. You won, after all. You got her pregnant before me," he said but there was no bitterness in his voice. "You will have to choose what's more important to you. The power you feel now or your child?"
"Choose our baby, Ronan. Choose us," Sophia said, her voice trembling.
Ronan's gaze flickered between Matthew and Sophia, the weight of their words pressing down on him.
"Think about what really matters," Matthew urged, stepping closer. "Can you be truly happy? Without your child—your family?"
Sophia placed her hand on her belly. "Ronan, please. This baby is part of both of us. A magical being created from our love. Can't you feel it?"
