The silence that followed was heavy. It had taken her seven years to conceive once, a miracle that had ended in a devastating loss. The confidence she had in the boardroom deals didn't translate to her own body, she felt the crushing pressure of the Byron legacy and her own perceived failure that she might not be able to provide what Max needs the most.
Max stopped. He pulled back just enough to tilt her chin up, his eyes piercing through her insecurities as if he could read every dark thought crossing her mind.
"Leave them to me, Ruby," he said, his voice soft but absolute. "I didn't wait seven years for a legacy. I waited seven years for you. If it's just us, then it's just us, and that is more than enough."
Before she could protest, he swept her off her feet, his arms locking securely around her as he carried her toward the door.
