"Then as my mate and the woman who raised my son, who now carries my child, you're his mother, Nyra. We spoke about it, and he agreed that he wants you, too. He's excited at the idea of siblings."
"Siblings?" I asked, faltering at his words, my voice cracking slightly as the full weight of what he was saying settled over me like a heavy blanket. Darren paused and turned to steady me as he peered up at me, eyes sparkling with laughter at my shocked question. The dim light from the stairwell cast shadows across his sharp jawline, making him look both dangerous and impossibly tender in the same breath.
"You once promised me all the babies. I want you to keep that promise," he whispered huskily, his hands coming up to grip my hips with a firm but careful hold, as if afraid I might disappear
