“Tristan—”
“Cov, baby, one thing at a time. Right now you need to see a doctor for my peace of mind. And you promised you wouldn’t argue about this.”
Dammit. Did he have to remind her this was about him more than her? She owed him so much. He was so generous in spite of her turning up out of the blue with a couple of buns in the oven that happened to be his.
She didn’t understand why he went out of his way to take care of her. It wasn’t only because of the babies either. He’d been caring and considerate—hell, he’d offered to marry her—before he’d known he was the father.
Except he hadn’t brought up the subject of marriage again. Not since this morning. Wouldn’t he push for that more now he knew the babies were his? Should she bring it up?
No. Not when she’d said no and meant it.
Her mother had married a man who didn’t love her because she’d gotten pregnant and look where that gother. A lifetime in a loveless marriage with a faithless husband.
The last thing Covington wanted for her or her children was a house full of desperate unrequited love and silent loathing.
No. She might be a little in love with Tris but she knew what they were—friends who’d fallen into bed with each other one time. Nothing more than two bodies enjoying mutual pleasure. Except now the tiny babies growing in her belly connected them on an intimate level for life.