After a long, heavy silence, the tension in Wren's shoulders vanished as if a switch had been flipped. A warm, effortless smile returned to his face. "I think it's best we both get some rest for now," Wren said, his tone gentle again.
Wren stepped closer and asked warmly, "But before we turn in, I wanted to ask, would you like me to check on the baby?"
Benjamin stared at him, unnerved by how seamlessly Wren shifted from a cold, calculated person to a warm, kind person. Which one was the real Wren?
"I haven't decided whether I will keep it or not," Benjamin said. "And, I don't know if anything has happened due to the recent incidents."
Wren blinked, the easy smile slipping from his face. "Why not, Ben?" He said it gently, like he was already working through the answer. "Is it because of Charles? Are you afraid he doesn't want the child?"
"It has nothing to do with Charles," Benjamin said quietly. He felt himself getting emotional. His stomach churning.
