"I ..." Freya still didn't know what to say. I loved you, wouldn't help matters any, and she refused to reveal such feelings without knowing they were returned. That was what happened with Daniel and now look where she stood, an adulteress incapable of being with the person she truly desired.

Her hands drifted to protectively cover her bump. At least she was to receive the greatest gift of all. If nothing else, she could love their baby as passionately as she did its father. "Was it just ..." she tried and faltered to ask again. Then, after a steadying breath a d a subtle glance about to make sure none had approached them, she asked, "Did I matter?"