She held on to me just as tight as I was holding her to myself. Her body shook against mine, and I heard her breath hitch. If I could have, if it had been possible, I would’ve held her closer, pulled her tighter. “I love you,” I whispered into her neck before brushing a kiss on her skin. “I love you. I love you.” I closed my eyes and ignored all the shouts and the flashes. I kissed her lips countless times as I tasted her tears. I kissed her neck, her throat, her nose. Everywhere. Every inch. I thanked her again and again for being there for my son for the second time. I held her in my arms
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