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“Really?”
He nodded. “I’m shocked, especially about how I found out, but I’m not mad.”
Guilt consumed me. “I’m so sorry you had to find out like that. I should have called and told you, but I was just...”
“We both have a lot on our minds,” he interrupted. “But that’s not what’s important now.”
“I know,” I said, avoiding his gaze. “Your grandmother made sure I was aware of what’s important.”
He placed his hand on my cheek, gently guiding my face to meet his. “You matter. Our baby matters.”
I raised an eyebrow. “What will your grandmother say about that?”
“I don’t care,” he said, his gaze intense. “I choose you.”
Those three words caught me off guard, leaving me speechless. “What?”
He leaned in and brushed his lips across mine. “I. Choose. You.”
His lips were soft and gentle as they met mine, and I felt the world fade away. But as much as I wanted to stay in this moment forever, I pulled away from him, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves.
“What about your grandmother’s expectations and responsibilities to your family and title?” I asked.
Spencer shook his head. “My grandmother’s views are outdated. She still thinks that the most important thing for my sisters to do for our family is to marry and have children.”
“She wasn’t too thrilled about the idea of you having kids,” I added. “Her key problem seems to be with me.”
His expression became serious. “I get the feeling she didn’t tell me the complete story.”
“She probably didn’t mention that she told me the best I could hope for from you was an apartment and to be treated as your mistress. You’d only acknowledge our child in private, and if I made any demands, she would ruin my reputation and go after my family.”
“Fucking hell,” he swore, raking his fingers through his hair. “Just when I thought the grandmother couldn’t surprise me anymore, she goes and does something like this.”
“I don’t agree with her approach,” I said, “but I think she just wants what’s best for your family.”
“She wants whatshethinks is best for the family,” Spencer replied, anger clear in his voice. “She’s always trying to control all of us and make sure we uphold the York name and title.” He practically spat the last word.
“Could you lose your title if you don’t marry someone of the same rank?” I asked, trying to hide my nervousness.
“I’m not sure,” Spencer replied. “But even if I did, it wouldn’t matter. I won’t let my grandmother dictate who I choose to be with. I’ll give up the title if I have to.”
“I don’t want to cause any trouble between you and your family,” I said.
“You’re my family now,” Spencer said, his gaze intense. “I love you and have known it for a while. I should’ve told you sooner. Even if you weren't pregnant, I would choose you.” He squeezed my hand reassuringly.
I could only think of one response to his words. “Come with me,” I said, offering him my hand. “Let me show you my room.”
FORTY-EIGHT
SPENCER
“Come with me.”
Those three words had my heart racing. I took London’s hand, and a rush of heat went through me at her touch. She led us up the staircase, past two doors on the left, and stopped at the third.
Having seen London’s bedroom in her New York apartment, I immediately recognized her style. The poster of “The Phantom of the Opera” on the wall was a dead giveaway.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before I left,” she said quietly. “You deserved to hear it from me, not from your grandmother.”
