"Oh, Hazel," she said again, her voice raw like an exposed nerve. "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I... I didn't mean that," she said, pressing her forehead against mine, our silent way of comforting each other.

We laid like that in silence for a few minutes, our breaths mingling together as I felt my heartbeat start to level out, gradually going back down to normal from the way my anxiety had been making it race.

"It doesn't matter to me," I said quietly when I had finally calmed down enough to get my thoughts in order. "I... I don't care who our dads are, Hazel. You're my...