He embraced her gently, his voice soft. "My parents won't live with us. We hardly see them twice a year, so they won't notice anything. And as for your family, I don't think your brother is keen but won't likely say anything even if he discovers the truth. Olivia, it only matters who loves and raises the child, not who donates the sperm."

Olivia was concerned that it wasn't fair to Dylan.

He stroked her head and sighed softly. "I don't want to give up the happiness I've finally found."

That night, sleep eluded them. They lay side by side, each clutching the blanket, talking quietly in the darkness. Dylan held her hand throughout, preventing her nightmares.

At dawn, Dylan took her to the hospital for a check-up.