“Intention is nothing.” He tossed the notepad onto my desk and shoved his feet into his sneakers. “Reality is everything.” He stopped at the door, peering down at me. “And here’s what is real. I’ve loved you for years. Something really shitty happened to me, and I’ve had a hard time accepting it. But you’re pregnant with our baby, and all I want to do is get my life together and be a good father and husband. What’s real is I don’t care how we got here or how bad the timing may seem. I’m not mad about it. You are my fucking dream, Gabriella Grace Jacobson. And I’m not letting you go. That’s
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