Orion's POV
I had never agreed to anything this absurd in my life.
And yet here I was, sitting in a waiting room that smelled of antiseptic. Elara sat next to me filling out forms like it was any other Tuesday, and I sat there trying to wrap my head around what I'd just done. I was going to father a child in a clinic. Through a procedure. With some stranger handling it in the next room.
I had agreed. Without conditions.
I pressed the heel of my hand against my forehead and tried to find the moment it had happened. The exact second I lost that argument. I couldn't find it, which was its own humiliation for a man who prided himself on never losing. There hadn't been a single moment. She had simply laid out the only world available to me, and I had stepped into it, because the alternative
