Wren scanned the expressions on Benjamin and Charles's face. "Benjamin, I hope the talk went well. What did Charles say?"
Benjamin recalled that Wren believed Charles had not known about the pregnancy. It was the perfect cover. "I've just told Charles about my pregnancy and—"
"The child is mine, Wren," Charles interrupted.
Wren's face became stern. "Then perhaps you can explain why Benjamin is so hesitant to carry it to term?"
"Because it is his decision to make," Charles countered immediately. "His, and his alone."
"Perhaps he hesitates because he believes—" Wren began, but Benjamin reached out, placing a soft, steadying hand over Wren's.
"Wren," Benjamin spoke quietly. "Is this what you came to discuss?"
Wren quieted down. "I've kept my end of the bargain, Benjamin. I have allowed you to meet Charles. Now, I must ask, where are the research files?"
Benjamin looked down. "Are you certain this is the path you want to take, Wren?"
