“Just like I can’t live without you,” he said quietly. “I love you, Erina.” My tongue felt like it was stuck to the roof of my mouth as I stared at him. Below his wide, firm palm, I felt our daughter move again. “I know that you know that,” he continued, tilting his chin down slightly so that our foreheads touched. “I also know that you’re not there with me yet, and so I don’t want you to say anything right now. But I just wanted to tell you…I’m not going anywhere. You’re all I want.”
