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I sigh and let my gaze slide over my father's face and I can tell from the way he's sitting that he's tense.

I take Nate's hand and look deep into my dad's eyes who is so handsome and when I think of his pure heart I just hope more that my son will be like him one day.

"What did you want to talk to me about, Snow?" he asks, clasping his hands together.

It bothers me that he keeps his business demeanor and immediately I feel tears approaching.

"Dad I-", "You're back with Nathaniel now and that's why you're changing your son's last name and probably his middle name as well. The reason for your visit is my consent and yes you get it." , my dad interrupts me, hardly seems interested and yet I can see clearly enough in his eyes how much that affects him.

"What? No. My son's name will be Harrison Robert Vance Hamilton, Dad, that won't change." I explain just as coldly as he does and the next moment I watch my dad breathe a sigh of relief and then into mine eyes.

"Sorry darling, but with that man around I can't pull myself together." Dad sighs and I finally see that familiar twinkle in his brown eyes.

"He's my son's father, Dad. It took a lot of strength for me to forgive him too, but I want Harry to grow up with parents and not one parent and a thousand nannies like Roven and I did. Eventually you will forgive him too I just wanted you to find out from me and not from the press.", I explain with a sigh and start rubbing my stomach.

"But what if something like this happens to you again? Or even worse, what if someone is after Harrison, what do you do then? He has too many enemies, Sophia.", "Stop saying such bad things, Dad. Nothing will happen to my son and if it does I will take my own life. We have enemies too, that's life in this class of society. I love you and I would really do anything for you without exception, but I want from you for accepting my child's father." I say looking at him, now playing with Nate's cufflinks on his wrists.

"I'll do what you ask of me, but I ask you to be careful and considerate. I almost lost you because of him and it just goes deep in my bones. You're my snowflake," my dad sighs and when he starts to cry it's all over for me.

As if by pressing a button, the tears run down my cheeks and both men look at me in surprise.

"What's the matter, darling?" Nate asks softly, knowing this is normal.

"I love you Dad." I sob, covering my face in my hands.

Shortly thereafter, I hear my dad get up and come over to me. I get up immediately and wrap my arms around his body.

"You are the reason for my existence, Sophia. If it weren't for you and your siblings, I would have been dead long ago." He whispers and I stroke his cheek with a sigh.

"Nathaniel, my daughter has forgiven you, but you should never forget that I also have my contacts and I'm just as good at getting someone killed without leaving a trace as you are.", my dad says sternly and looks in Nate's direction .

"Of course, Robert," Nathaniel replies.

"I'll see you tomorrow night, Dad. Take care," I say, smiling, getting a kiss on the forehead before leaving the office with Nate.

The paparazzi are scrambling to take pictures of us and I can't explain how much I loathe all this flashbulbs.

They keep calling my name, wanting pictures of my stomach, and even if I hate it, I just let it happen. I simply have no other choice, especially since I also expected it.

I thank John for holding the door open and sigh as all the flashing lights disappear.

Nate settles down next to me and rubs my stomach, kisses my cheek because he too knows that the next visit will be a lot harder than this one.

"It's going to be alright, darling. My mom likes you and my dad will too," he says, playing with a strand of hair that's hanging out of my bun.

"I've never seen your father and now I appear in front of him very pregnant. Your mother will be cursing me at least since the day before yesterday.", I sigh and look into his eyes.

We have been so close for days and yet we seem hundreds of kilometers apart.

I run my fingers longingly over his full lips and swallow hard as he kisses the tips.

"I love you, Sophia and my parents will too. Keep calm, you're worrying the little soldier too." Nate says and the smile that touches his lips is incredible.

Sighing, I get out of the Bentley again, grab John's hand heavily and struggle to get to my feet, but in the end I'm standing.

"I love my belly but I'm so glad when the little prince is finally here and I have my body back." I sigh and reach for Nate's hand.

"Yeah, I'm looking forward to that too." He whispers and kisses my neck.

"Nate," I say, looking at him as I stand in front of him.

"Yes, my angel?" he replies and strokes my stomach with a smile, and for the first time all the flashbulbs around us don't interest me.

"Do you still find me - attractive? I mean, you know, sexually." I ask, slipping my hands under his jacket.

"Sophia, I'm just waiting for the day when I can finally lose myself completely in you again. I want to taste and finger, fuck and spoil your pussy. You can't even imagine how long I've been holding back. Every time you come out of the bathroom naked, my lungs almost collapse and I get so hard it hurts. I long for your body and our intimacy, but we both have to be a little patient," he whispers to me and kisses my forehead.

His words give me goosebumps all over my body and it's suddenly much warmer than before.

"Then why don't you want to accept my offers?" I ask confused and enjoy his touch.

"Because I can't reciprocate, love. Your pleasure and satisfaction is 99.9% of my own. Let's please stop talking about sex or I'll come from your smell alone.", my friend sighs and looks into me eyes before bending down and kissing my stomach.

The Villa de la Vance is huge and beautiful. It's as if Mrs Vance is the embodiment of this house. Elegant and modern, yet daring and expensive.

I nervously play with Nate's fingers as the maid lets us in, my heart pounding against my chest. In addition, Harry is awake and seems to be rampaging. But no matter how much my body resists you, I have to go through this conversation now.

Nate's POV

We walk with Sophia into my parents' huge living room and when I see my father at the window and my mother on the couch, I know exactly what was going on here a few minutes ago.

Mom is furious because Sophia just appeared out of nowhere and my dad probably tried to calm her down but it all ended in a fight.

Her blue eyes seem to breathe fire and I reflexively put myself in front of Sophia to show her that my friend doesn't deserve to be blamed or humiliated.

"I thought you were coming alone." Mum hisses and looks in Sophia's direction.

My little angel shyly strokes her round stomach, breaks my heart into a thousand pieces with her fragile facial expression.

"I didn't say that. Mother, she didn't deserve this, stop it." I say sternly but lovingly, because if Sophia gets even more into it, she won't sleep tonight.

"What were you thinking, Sophia?" My mother asks her and looks sternly in her direction.

"I was thinking of my son's wellbeing. If I may remind you, a few months ago I was kidnapped and I found out that Nate had raped a girl. I didn't know who the real monsters were and that's exactly why I not told of my pregnancy, Mrs. Vance. With all due respect, I understand you and your anger, but you're a mother too, and you should know far better than I do what it means to put a child's best interests ahead of your own. Blame it me how much you want, but I believe my decision was right and I would do it again."

Surprised and more than turned on by Sophia's sudden strength and dominance, I look into her eyes, taking a few minutes to really realize that my little cat said those words.

I tense my whole body to keep from attacking her like a savage and I'm slowly but surely getting convulsions all over.

My mother gets up and straightens her black dress before approaching Sophia. In her eyes, however, this aggressiveness and anger no longer flashes, but pure tenderness.

"You're so young and yet so mature, Sophia. I'm sorry, it was just some kind of self-preservation instinct that drove me to say those words. You're right, of course, and for not even being yours you're a better mom than I could ever be," my mum sighs, tears actually falling from the corners of her eyes.

I've only seen my mother cry twice and that was at Noah's birth and at Lia's wedding.

The fact that she is now shedding tears in front of Sophia and me shocks and disturbs me at the same time.

My son's mother also seems overwhelmed by the situation and yet she looks my mum in the eyes with concentration. I know how hard it must be for her not to cry with her.

"Thank you, Mrs. Vance-", "My name is Aurora, Sophia." She smiles and strokes my partner's arm.

"Thanks Aurora, but you're just as good a mother as I hope to be. What do you think of becoming a grandmother?" asks Sophia with a grin, grabbing my mother's hand before placing it on her stomach.

"That sounds great, thanks Sophia," says my mother and finally hugs her.

The two women hug each other tightly and when they pull away from each other, of course they both cry.

"He's strong!" Mum laughs, glaring at me with her blue eyes. The happiness and joy in the blue surrounding her iris leaves me speechless and I like it way too much. For the first time I feel her giving all her attention and love to me; a feeling I've been longing for since childhood.

"How do you-", "I've had two myself and I was just as emotional as you are. You look way too good to be pregnant with a girl. What are you going to call him?" she asks and smiles wide as we sit down and my father still stands silently in front of the window.

"Harrison Robert Vance Hamilton. I'm sorry, but I've gotten so used to that name that I just can't think of changing it. If Nate and I ever have a son, we'll take him after you Name it, Dr. Vance.", says Sophia and when my father hears his name, he slowly turns in our direction.

Something sparkles in his eyes, too, but I can't say exactly what it is.

"It goes without saying that you give your son the name you like, Sophia, he should just call me grandfather one day, that's all I want." My dad replies and smiles crookedly as he finally sits down in front of us couch sets.

"When is the due date?" Mum asks now as my hand rests on Sophia's thigh.

"November the 14th.", "Well let's hope he turns out to be just like his dad then." my mom laughs and grins at me before we even start talking about more details about Harrison.