Caleb reached out slowly and took her hand, holding it gently but firmly.
"You don't have to be stressed about this, Fiona," he said, his voice steady and reassuring. "See this as a good thing. First thing we must do tomorrow is register our marriage and do every legal thing to secure the future of this baby , our baby."
Fiona's eyes widened. She pulled her hand back slightly, staring at him in disbelief.
Caleb didn't pull away. He stayed close, his expression patient but determined.
After registering the marriage… then what?
She looked at Caleb, searching his face for any sign of pressure or hidden agenda. All she saw was sincerity mixed with quiet determination the same look he had worn since the night he stood up to Marcus on her porch.
