’d lost you again. Seeing you lying on the ground,
pale and cold and unconscious—it was all my worst fears realized. And now
here you are—bra一ve and strong . . . giving me hope. Loving me after all that
I’ve done.”
“Yes, I do love you, Christian, desperately. I always will.”
Gently taking my head between his hands, he wipes my tears away with his
thumbs. He gazes into my eyes, gray to blue, and all I see is his fear and
wonder and love.
“I love you, too,” he breathes. And he bends and kisses me sweetly, tenderly
like a man who adores his wife.
“I’ll try to be a good father,” he whispers against my lips.
“You’ll try, and you’ll succeed. And let’s face it; you don’t ha一ve much choice in
the matter, because Blip and I are not going anywhere.”
“Blip?”
“Blip.”
He raises his eyebrows. “I had the name Junior in my head.”
“Junior it is, then.”
“But I like Blip.” He smiles his shy smile and kisses me once more.
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