The Next Morning
Alexander had lingered on her for a long time, finally releasing her after what felt like hours. He hadn't actually done anything overly intimate, merely kept her close, peppering her with kisses.
His lips rested gently on her lower abdomen, his hand softly caressing her, seemingly captivated by the life forming there. There was no way he felt nothing, though he was firm in his decision: he wouldn't keep the child.
He cared for Phoebe, that much he could admit, but she wasn't fit, in his mind, to bear his child.
With his decision made, he planned to keep Phoebe by his side, while Melissa would receive his name, a title, and the warmth of companionship.
His movements startled Phoebe, and she instinctively tensed. She kept her eyes closed, afraid to see his expressio
