The Greek's Pregnant Bride

‘Shall I make it easy for you?’ he said quietly. ‘How about if I were to tell you that I love you? Would that make it easier for you to say the words?’

Her chest hitched as she gave a sharp nod, still not speaking.

‘I love you.’

One solitary tear did break free, trickling down her cheek. He wiped it with his thumb.

‘I’ve spent many hours these past couple of weeks looking at those photos you took of me. You see something in me no one else can. The thing I never wanted you or anyone to see.’

‘What thing?’ she whispered.

man inside. The gutter rat who grew up feeling dirty and unworthy and

‘You’re not...’

my mother. I knew when you spoke of love in our apartment what you were trying to tell me,

into his skin. ‘You are not a gutter rat. You are...everything. Everything you’ve achieved with your life, everything you’ve done... If anyone’s undeserving,

mou, and I will do everything in my power to give it to you—if you’ll let me. I love you and I don’t want to live another

whoosh of air leave her body. He loved

He loved her?

He loved her!

life, safely hidden away from everyone so she cannot hurt me or anyone else. I told myself I

have the power to hurt you?’ she whispered,

had over me, the power to hurt me... I swore no one else would ever have that power. But then you came into my life and nestled straight into my heart and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I used to fear