“I don’t understand,” she couldn’t look at him. “You’ve mentioned a son a few times. You wanted Sully’s baby so much. You cried when you lost it.”
“I did. There was a time in my life when I so desperately wanted a son, an heir. I wanted a relationship with a child like the one I had with my grandfather. Despite how hard of a man, he was, and all the things we did together being, for the most part, business related, I knew how he me adored me. He loved me more than his owns sons or brothers. I was spoiled and I wanted such a relationship with a child of my own. What I did not count on was realizing how much more I loved you than I loved the idea of a child. Kisa, as much as I cried losing the child, I was a wreck when we couldn’t find you.”
“Really? You cried?”
“Mm hm,” he inhaled deeply
