“The hell of it was,” Christian whispered, ignoring Luc’s words, “I wanted him so badly. I don’t even know when it changed. I watched her growing bigger with our baby; I listened to her chatter on about ultrasounds and week-by-week growth charts. I even felt him move, Luc, and he became so real to me.”
Luc steered him into a large room that, like the rest of the house, was grand but shabby. It housed a couch and a couple of mismatched love seats and armchairs. Luc pushed him onto the couch and poured him a glass of something amber. He pressed the tumbler firmly into Christian’s hand.
“Drink this,” Luc insisted. Christian took a sip and winced when the Scotch hit the back of his throat.
“So why are you here, Christian?” Luc asked, taking a sip from his own glass. “Your responsibility to
