“Wait!” he shouted as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He swiped a few times before turning it to face me. “I don’t have any condoms on me. I wasn’t expecting us to go there… but I’m clean. You see the date?” I stared at his phone. My eyes swept over the STD chart, and I nodded. It was taken just a few weeks ago on February first. “I’m clean too. I don’t have my records but—” “I trust you. That was for you and the baby. I want you to know I’d never put you all in harm’s way.” He didn’t have to say that because I already felt that to be true. “I know.” I kissed his lips.
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