Now that he thought about it again, Soren still couldn't quite understand how fate had led him here.
For so many years, his feelings for Clyde had existed quietly within his own heart. They were never meant to be returned. Soren knew that better than anyone.
Clyde had never looked at Soren the way he looked at Ryley, never smiled because of him, never carried him in his thoughts.
And Soren had accepted it.
What right did he have to ask for more?
Clyde's heart had never belonged to him.
It never would.
Yet somehow, despite all that, fate had placed something infinitely precious into his hands.
He was carrying Clyde's child.
The realization still felt unreal...
Because for the first time in his life, something connected to Clyde truly belonged to him.
There was no resentment in his heart. No bitterness. No desire to ask for more.
How could there be?
Every morning he woke up with a piece of Clyde growing inside him.
