Derek studied her stomach, where his hands spanned the slender width, and then lifted his gaze to meet her own again, his expression soft, even tender.
It was the truth. She might be nervous, and scared, but she did want their child. Since her first negative reaction, he hadn't let himself think about it, about what it would mean for her to keep the baby. He'd been steadily resolving himself to the fact that there would be no children at all.
"I want that too," he murmured. "I want you to carry my child. Our child."
A Hale, borne from an Argent.
He lowered his head to press a kiss to her stomach. His hands moved to her thighs, then tugged the waistband of her sweats down, wanting them off. "Lift your hips," he instructed. He wanted to taste her, needed to.