Chapter 167: Time to adjust
Trevor didn’t flinch. "Birth control."
Lucas blinked. "You planned for this?"
Trevor held the glass steady in one hand and offered the pills with the other. "I plan for everything."
There was no arrogance in his voice, just quiet truth. He wasn’t teasing. Wasn’t lording it over him. But Lucas could still feel it, the certainty behind the statement, the steadiness that wrapped around Trevor like armor. He’d thought of everything. Lucas hesitated.
Trevor didn’t push. He simply waited, calm and steady, the water glass still held out, the pills in his palm like an unspoken promise. His voice, when it came, was softer than Lucas expected.
"Your mind is twenty-five," Trevor said slowly, carefully. "But your body is still eighteen. Legally and biologically, nothing can stop you from having a child, but..." He paused, his gaze steady. "Let’s not rush. We have all the time."
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Lucas’s jaw clenched, tears threatening to spill, again Trevor proving to Lucas that being considerate and lovely wasn’t that hard and that people had used him in his past life without giving anything in return.
He took the pills and water; he wasn’t ready for a child, not this early; for now he just wanted to spend time with his mate.
Lucas’s jaw clenched, a sharp, silent reaction that did nothing to stop the burn at the corners of his eyes. Not again, he thought bitterly, not now, but it didn’t matter. The ache was already there, pushing up against his ribs like a bruise that had never healed properly.
Because Trevor had done it again.
No force. No manipulation. Just quiet care, offered like it was obvious, like being decent didn’t cost a thing. And it shouldn’t have. But it had. God, it had.
In his last life, people only reached for him when they needed something. A bond. A child. A name to ruin or keep. They never gave anything back.