Lincoln POV
I sat proudly next to my mate while she cradled our son. Thanks to Selena, Emmi was now fully healed and the only signs that she had given birth an hour ago was our son, himself.
I could barely believe it, not two hours ago I was still thinking that my mate would be having another man’s child, hoping that she would allow me to be part of their lives. Yet here I was, with my arm snaked around her shoulders, while the pleasurable sparks of our bond flickered wherever my bare skin touched hers.
But no matter how happy we were with our new arrival, the awkwardness was circulating between us. I knew I would have to broach the elephant in the room, the fact that I had been rejecting her over and over again, for the past five months.
“Ems, I’m…” I began, before I was abruptly cut
