Ian Wolf's POV
"Do you want to get some sun?" I asked, looking out of the window of the room.
"I think it would be good for a change," she murmurs softly.
These past few days alone have been calm yet filled with total uncertainty about what might happen. The procedure is done, and in less than fifteen days, I'll know if Brooke is carrying my child.
A strange feeling seeps into my chest. Although I don't want to admit it, it was a long and tedious process. From making the decision to choosing the anonymous donor as if I were at a damn supermarket. But it's clear, I'm not husband material, I don't trust any woman, and I know in the long run, it would only create problems involving innocents.
Besides, let's be honest, who would want someone as scary as me? It's not just my face; it's my
