“What is it?” He repeated.
“Michael…there is a chance that the baby might,” she looked deep into his eyes as her tears blurred her vision, she sniffed and closed her eyes, “I’m so…”
A finger touching her lips made her pause and open her eyes, he had his index finger on her lips and his eyes held no anger but rather sadness, “as long as she is from you, I will love her and treat her as mine. It’s also my fault so you don’t have to bear anything alone, I will carry your cross with you. In fact, it’s our cross and since you are the mother, there is nothing hard there,” he smiled, “besides, you are forgetting something Sasha Brown, what’s yours is mine. Whether she is mine or not, she is mine if I say she is and right now, I’m saying she is mine, not even you is going to change that honey,”
