STEVE POV
I watched them from the doorway—Freya, kneeling on the floor, and Luna, wrapped tightly in her arms. Seeing them like that always gives me these feelings I can't explain..
I know I’m going crazy and obsessed with everything about "my wife."
"My wife."
My lips have been dying to pronounce that. Just saying the words in my head felt like claiming a territory I never intended to leave. But I stayed back, keeping the words locked in my head for one reason.
The only thing holding me back is Luna. In as much as Freya hasn’t explained to her about having a new dad, then I won’t confuse her. I have to be patient. I don't just want to be in her life; I want to win her heart.
I leaned against the wall, watching them. Did I care about Mark’s loss? No. He should try again in his next
