The emotion in Tristan Grayson's eyes was unreadable, but a smile remained on his lips. "A marriage certificate."
"A marriage certificate?" At his words, a tightness gripped Mika Summers's chest. She felt it was suddenly hard to breathe.
"I've thought about it, and you're right. A child does need a complete family." Whatever the reasons, he had made up his mind—he was going to be with her from now on.
Mika Summers's eyes instantly reddened. Filled with disbelief, her voice trembled as she said, "Tristan, you..."
"Once you've recovered and you're out of the hospital, let's get remarried." Tristan Grayson probably didn't even realize that his own voice held a slight tremor as he spoke.
'He wants to remarry me?' "Tristan, are you serious?"
"Yes. And after you have the baby, we'll hold a wedding ceremony..." 'I'll let everyone know she's my woman. Let's see who dares try to take her from me then!'
