Lincoln
3 months earlier...
“A child? A child, Lincoln. Am I hearing it right from you?” Ian asked in exasperation, as if the idea of wanting a child with Anya was unimaginable. “You falling in love with Miss Anya was bearable, I kept that from the organization because I’m your friend and I want you to be happy. But having a child... I don’t think I could let you do that, Lincoln. You know why I can’t. I am telling you this not as your private secretary for a decade but as your friend who doesn't want to lose you.”
Staring at the sight of the forest from the back terrace of the mansion, I couldn't utter a single word but gawked dispassionately. Of all the people I know, it was Ian who would disagree with my decision patently. If Florence knew about this regard, she would have done the s
