If we ever have kids, I will never let them out of my sight.” A smile lifted my lips at the image of that. “You’d be a seriously protective daddy.” “I’d be the asshole parent, but I’m good with it,” he said, only making my smile grow. “They can hate me so long as they keep breathing.” “You really think about that stuff?” I asked, trying to picture a future where any of that was possible now. It was all so out of reach, just pretty dreams stitched from our imagination. “Only since you,” he said quietly.
My heart hurts
