Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

He took a deep breath and gently patted her shoulder. "Get some rest. I'll wake you when Dustin gets here."

Brielle was completely worn out. She had spent the last couple of days traveling, and now that she was finally home, she faced a mountain of issues with the Dorsey family. She could tell Max had a lot on his plate too, but he dropped everything to be with her the moment she sent that text.

She didn't even get the chance to ask if her message had messed up his plans before she drifted off to sleep.

Max stepped out onto the balcony, staring into the distance. His phone lay next to him, still turned off. He wanted to smoke to calm his nerves, but remembering that Brielle was pregnant, he resisted the urge.

Turning his phone back on, he ignored a slew of missed calls and dialed his trusted doctor to arrange a comprehensive check-up. Expectant mothers can be easily upset, and Brielle had already faced a traumatic experience concerning a child before. Although she hadn't been pregnant then, the pain was real. So when it came to anything about the baby, she couldn't stay calm and deal with it properly.

After hanging up with his private doctor, Max's phone rang again. Seeing the number, his brows furrowed in reluctance. He answered just as the screen was about to go dark, and an anxious voice came through.

"When are you coming over? Have you lost your mind?"

voice rough. "Brielle's pregnant,

the other end cut him off. "After all the planning you've done, you drop everything and rush over because she's pregnant. Father has found out that I've been helping you,

on the other end mad, but after a few minutes, they calmed down, knowing this must have hit Max hard. He had said many times how much he looked forward to his child, whether a boy or a girl. As soon as he knew Brielle was expecting,

bit longer, Father won't

leaned his elbow on the cool railing, his tone nonchalant. "What's the situation

lab. He won't be giving you

a door being kicked in on the other end, and the

is this what you call a

a wheelchair, his third son, whose legs had been crippled in an

save you, and now he's been quietly helping you again. Shame, he was never truly one of the Dorseys, always

Michael said this,

been doing well these