He stared at her. The way she smiled and talked about the baby. “I’ll be the father.” He admits. Striding over to her. “What?” Unable to read his emotions. He took the mask off and placed both hands on the sides of her face. His thumb grazing over her cheeks. “I’m not good with my emotions. I’m about to go away for god knows how long. But bloody hell, lass. Let me take care of you and the baby.”