Magnus’s POV
I stared at Sophia’s anxious face, trying to ignore the pounding in my head. A faint curve had begun to form on her abdomen—a slight bump that wasn’t there a few weeks ago. Subtle, but unmistakable. She was pregnant.
And it wasn’t supposed to happen. She wasn’t supposed to be pregnant.
But here we were.
She paced the length of the room, her heels clicking on the marble floor, lips moving faster than my ears could follow. My head spun with a thousand thoughts, most of them not about her, but the child she now carried.
My child.
Yes, I was sure of it. The timeline matched, and Sophia wasn’t exactly the type to sleep around. She wanted one man—Klaus Blackwood. Always had.
Which, unfortunately, wasn’t me.
Still, I was here.
Because even if my heart belonged entirely—irrev
