The morning sun rose higher over the peaceful suburban estate grounds.
Julian poured two glasses of fresh water from the glass carafe.
He handed one glass to Clara with a surprisingly steady hand.
Julian: You do not have to work as a maid anymore.
Clara looked up quickly, her brown eyes wide with deep confusion.
Clara: I need my job to support my child.
Julian: This child is a Vance, and so are you now.
Clara set her glass down on the table with a soft clink.
Clara: What are you trying to say to me, Julian?
Julian: I want us to get married before the baby arrives.
Clara gasped aloud at his sudden, bold words in the room.
Clara: You do not love me, Julian.
Julian: I care about you, and I care about our family.
He leaned forward and placed his hand gently over hers on the table.
Julian: A prenup will protect the family estate and your future.
Julian: You will never have to worry about money ever again.
Clara thought about her tiny, empty apartment in the rough city.
She thought about the cold winter months fast approaching them now.
She knew she needed to give her baby a safe home.
Clara: Is this only about the family name for you?
Julian: It is about taking care of the people I love.
His voice sounded surprisingly gentle and sincere in that moment.
Clara felt a spark of hope warmth returning to her cold heart.
Clara: I agree, but on one simple condition.
Julian raised an eyebrow and listened to her carefully.
Clara: We build a real home together, not just a contract.
Julian smiled slightly for the very first time that morning.
Julian: That is a condition I can easily accept, Clara.