** Freya’s Point of View **
Gwen is already up and preparing omelets for breakfast when we go downstairs. I pour a glass of juice for Niall and hand it to him. He takes it with a raised brow.
“Thanks, but you don’t need to do things for me,” he says.
“Yes, I do. You are about to do something for my son that is going to probably leave you feeling tired. It’s the least I can do to repay you,” I tell him.
“Our son, Freya,” he corrects, “which means you owe me nothing, and even if he wasn’t mine, and I was a match, I’d do it and not expect anything in return.”
“What if I just want to take care of you?” I ask.
“Then that’s different, but it should be me taking care of you,” he smiles.
I should just admit to him that I heard him talking to Neo last night and that he had softened me. I sho
