Freya POV
Greta scoffs at me before shaking her head and making her way inside. I breathe out and close my eyes lightly as I take another breath in and out through my mouth. Liam’s hand grips me tighter and I open my eyes to see him peering down at me, not angry, just curious.
“Thanks.” I tell him as I try to step away from his hold, but he’s still holding me. Liam leans in and takes a deep breath of his own. His day-old cologne lingers on him as its seductiveness makes me nearly yearn for him.
“Want to tell me what that was about?” His voice is low and deep.
“No.” There’s no use in telling him.
“If it’s about our son, I have a right to know.” I gulp down with pain swelled in my throat.
“He’s been your son for less than 24 hours. He’s been my son since I first found out I was pre
