You weren’t expecting such a scheme to be pleasant. Convenient in your favor, yes, but not enjoyable. Sleeping with Will had just been a plot to get pregnant; it’s not like you had truly meant every seductive word that slipped from your lips and had been whispered to him. (However, it hadn’t been particularly unenjoyable either. Will certainly wasn’t unattractive, and if you were being unashamedly honest, he had performed better than your previous partners in bed.) You merely needed an heir to inherit Mason’s fortune, preferably as quickly as possible so you didn’t have to ever speak to your bastard of a brother again or beg him for money.

“I’ll bring dinner over tonight. Do you need me to stop and get anything on the way?”

A text from Will. Messages and calls from him had been surprising at first, but had become a normalcy as of late. You had previously thought he wouldn’t want anything to do with you or the child, oh how wrong you had been. He still dreamed of Abigail after all, and she hadn’t even been his biological child. So a second chance at fatherhood presenting itself? A chance at redemption? There was no way in hell he was going to pass it up.