"I'm sorry."

Gideon's apology sent a shockwave through my body, my eyes meeting his across the seat. We'd been riding for ten minutes in silence when he'd suddenly leaned over and captured my hands in his own.

"I shouldn't have brought it up to you like that, so sudden." He continues, his blue eyes guilty but shamelessly curious. "I can't help but wonder, though.."

"You weren't wrong." I replied, glancing down at our interlocked hands. "I've been trying to find the right way to tell you, but nothing seemed to fit. I wasn't keeping it from you purposely." I promised, shaking my head a bit.

He removed his hands from mine, leaning back in his seat and allowing his eyes to gaze out the window. He brings a hand to rest on his chin. "I see," he replies and once again falls back into silence.

Tears strike my eyes.

"You should've known." My subconscious sneers at me, but I remove the thought from my mind. He hasn't exactly said he was against the idea yet, right? There's still hope. Still hope for the happy little family I'd dreamed up in my head.

"Well, what are you going to do?" He coughs, straightening his body as his captivating blue orbs search my face.

"What.. am I going to do." I repeated slowly, my voice soft.

"I mean as in what are the plans?" Gideon clarifies.

"There are no plans." I deadpan, turning my body to my window. "You don't have to worry. I'll take care of it."

"I'll pay you three million dollars if you don't do it, Eva."

"What?" I blink, swirling my head around.

"Don't get rid of it. Please." He pleads, running a hand through his already crazed hair. "I'll take care of it myself if you don't want it. Just.. don't run, Eva. Not from this."

"I'm not running from anything!" I exclaimed, kicking my foot out to hit the seat before me. "And I am definitely not 'getting rid' of our child."

"You're.. not getting an abortion?" Gideon whispers, his eyes bright. "You want this?"

"Of course I want it, you big idiot." I cross my arms, glaring.

"Then why are you mad?" He questions, his eyes confused.

"Because you're a big idiot, idiot."

He blinks. "Eva?"

"It's hormones!" I throw my arms in the air. Frustration flies through me. "Don't you know anything?"

"Obviously not." He grumbles, before moving closer to my side of the seat and dragging me the remaining distance. I bite my lip, leaning into his warmth as a large hand rests across my stomach. I glance up at him

"You're really okay with this?" I ask, doubts swarming my mind.

"I'm really okay with this." He responds, leaning his forehead down on mine. "I'm actually ecstatic."

I smile, burying my face in the crook of his neck and snuggling my body closer. Happiness warmed my heart if only for a moment.

But I should've known that moment was all too good to last.