“Don’t be sorry, beautiful. This was my own doing. Just know that it’s only you. Well, thoughts of you and my hand, until you’re ready. Until we’re both ready, okay?”
“Okay,” she agreed softly.
“I love you, Anna.”
“I never stopped loving you,” she admitted. “Even when you were a horrible person who I disliked immensely; I never could tell my heart to stop beating for you.”
“Shit! You’re killing me, here, beautiful.”
“I hope not,” she teased while trying to dry her eyes with the neckline of her oversized t-shirt. “This baby needs a daddy.”
“I know it. Now, bring my belly to me,” I commanded while thrusting my grabby hands out to her, making her giggle.