Zain's POV
My words carried a deeper meaning, and when Joanna caught my hint, her face flushed crimson.
She shot me a coy look, playing up her bashfulness. "So what else are you after?"
Morning mist clung to Joanna's hair, a soft smile dancing on her lips.
Her gaze locked onto me, eyes sparkling like scattered stars, radiating warmth.
I chuckled at her enchanting display. "Ever think about having a baby?"
Joanna's smile vanished instantly.
Her expression darkened as she frowned at me. "Didn't you tell me pregnancy could kill me? That you'd never ask?"
"Yeah," my voice barely rose above a whisper.
Joanna's face tightened with worry. "Zain, do you still want a son?"
I brushed my fingers along her cheek, my touch gentle. "No. Grandpa won't stop pushing me about it, that's all."
"What do you actually want?" Joanna pressed.
I gazed down at her, my voice soft. "Let's see what happens."
The words sent a chill through Joanna.
She didn't dig deeper.
