“I wasn’t created to love,” he goes on, head shaking. “But I was created to understand the body. To know how it works and why it works. So when I bully Pace into getting a vitamin shot or force Wicker into a dark room for three days after a bad hit on the ice, they let me, because they understand something that you don’t.” Reaching across the table, he takes the small velvet box, tugging the bow away. “Taking care of you and the baby, making you as healthy as I possibly can…” He grasps the top, clicking it open to reveal a ring. “It’s the only way I know how to show that I want you,” he says.
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