Carlos's POV
I forced myself to stay composed as my car rolled into the office parking lot. Grace had to be upstairs in her office by now.
She was likely reviewing some manuscript with her morning coffee, completely unbothered by the chaos she'd unleashed in my chest.
I slid into my regular parking space and gripped the steering wheel tight, drawing in a steady breath. "Get it together, Carlos. Don't let her see you rattled. You just got caught up in some fantasy about playing house with her and the kid."
Love had always been garbage to me.
Looking at my family, I'd watched people throw that word around carelessly, and it destroyed nearly every one of them.
So despite all my past hookups, I'd never uttered those three words to anyone. My heart stayed frozen toward them all.
"You don't love her. You feel nothing for her," I muttered to myself. "It's just the baby. This pregnancy changes the game, that's why seeing her tears messed with your head."
