“You’re going to love her so much she won’t know what it’s like not to feel it. You’ll kiss every scraped knee, and you’ll teach her everything that matters. You’ll be the heart of her world.” More tears fall, and I can’t help the sob that slips out. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” I whisper. “Neither do I,” he says, brushing his forehead against mine. “But we’re going to figure it out together.”