But I put my hand on hers, stopping her. She met my eyes, and I shook my head. No. Not this time. Her eyes narrowed, confused. “You can’t be serious,” she whispered. “I’m always with you.” My heart ached, because I never wanted to do anything without her. She was the reason we were who we were. It had all started with her. My eyes dropped to her stomach, our son starting to show himself more every day. “I need you to be with him,” I told her. At all costs. “But Octavia and Madden—” “We’ll get them.” Of course, she was needed. And always wanted. I touched her face, tipping her chin up to me,
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