“I swear I will learn; I will try.” And I mean it with every fiber of my soul.

“We need to grieve together… The baby was real. We’re hurting, but we will get through it.” He sounds determined, and his strength makes my heart crumble fully. I press our noses together and angle so we are practically lip-to-lip. Arrick’s hands come up and slide into my hair, cupping my face so he can hold me close and rest our faces against one another more intimately. “No more pushing me ...