“I know I didn’t make this baby with you. And I don’t love Tater as much as you do—at least, not yet.” He leaned his head back and held my gaze, his throat bobbing. “But I love you. And I know without a doubt if you and Tater give me the privilege of being in your life, I will treat your baby like it’s my own.” He managed a frail smile, putting himself on the line. “Let me prove it to you. Let me love you how you deserve—and in return, you can love me back. That’s all I want.”
