"You can't what, beautiful?" Concern was in his eyes as I stroked his cheek.
Sucking in a breath, I exhaled the part of me that could never be healed. "I can't get pregnant."
"So, you're on the pill?"
I shook my head, a tear rolling down my face.
"I don't understand, beautiful." Nicco wiped my cheek, worry showcased in his tender touch.
"No, fuck, I'm messing this up." My voice wobbled more, and I hated how much this still affected me.
"Hey, it's okay, Loren, if you're not ready to tell me, you don't have to."
His kindness gave me the courage I needed to say the words I hadn't been able to say aloud for two years.
"I'm not on the pill, Nicco," I paused, "because I can't get pregnant. I don't have any eggs."
"Oh, beautiful." He pulled me into his arms, holding me, and for once, I felt comforted in my pain.