AMBROSE POV

Her words hit me like a freight train.

“I’m pregnant.”

The world slowed to a crawl. Snow swirled around us, muted by the weight pressing on my chest. My gaze instinctively dropped to her stomach, and my mind raced.

It wasn’t mine.

It had to be Nolan’s.

My son. My own flesh and blood. And yet… the thought of it made my chest twist in ways I couldn’t explain.

I should have been happy for her. I should have congratulated her. But all I could feel was a strange mix ...