"Who else?" Ashton’s voice was low, smooth like a whisper carried by the night. It pulled me in, surrounding me completely. "I was a mess—my fate hanging by a thread—and you still kept the baby."

Oh. So that’s what this was about. He thought I’d been foolish.

"I don’t know if it was silly or not," I shot back, my tone steady. "But this is 'my' baby. They came to me, and I’m going to love them with everything I have."

Honestly? I’d never ...