“Look at me,” he rasps. “Please.” When I do, he says, “You’re gonna meet a man who deserves you. And when the time is right…you’re gonna have his babies. You’re gonna be the best mom—” “Stop talking,” I scream because he doesn’t get it. “I don’t want anyone else’s babies. I wanted yours.” But that will never happen.
My heart is breaking and bleeding.
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