“Then I’ll fight harder.” His voice turned to steel. “I’ll fight dirtier. I’ll do whatever it takes. Because failing isn’t an option anymore. Not when I have you and our baby waiting for me.”

He kissed my forehead, long and lingering, as if trying to memorize the feel of me against him.

“Trust me,” he murmured. “Just trust me one more time.”

I closed my eyes, my hands clutching at him like he was the only solid thing in a world falling apart.

“I trust you,” I whispered back, even though my heart was screaming that this was wrong, that letting him go was a mistake I’d regret forever.

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