Freya's POV
When Mack Ben saw my stunned expression, he laughed warmly. "What's wrong? Don't you believe in your son's appeal?"
"You're telling me I'm gaining acceptance because of my child?"
"Something like that."
Heat rushed to my cheeks. This wasn't what I had intended at all.
"Won't your family assume I deliberately had the baby to manipulate them?" The thought made my stomach clench. Such a misunderstanding would be devastating.
Mack shook his head, his voice carrying a note of exasperation. "You overthink everything. If you wanted leverage through the child, you would have used it when you discovered the pregnancy, or right after he was born. You wouldn't have struggled alone for so long."
Relief flooded through me. After two years of separation, he still understood my nature.
Seeing my smile return, Mack moved closer and captured my hand. "So what's your answer? Will you marry me?"
My heart stuttered. We were back to this impossible question.
