"What do you mean?" he frowned. I offered up a small sad smile. "You could never give me that child I always wanted. God, if it didn't hurt like Hell back then, but I understand now. I understand. But what if this is our opportunity to have a family, Bran? Okay, so he's not ours, I know that and yeah, as families go, we'd be considered pretty damn dysfunctional but we could do it. I know we could."
I stepped closer, feeling him flinch as my other hand traced the waistband of his trousers. "Y-you would want that?" he whispered. My fingers crept round to the nape of his neck, entwining with his dark curls as I pulled his head down slightly so our noses were almost touching. I could smell his aftershave, that musky hint of cologne that conjured a hundred memories of me burying my head in his
