“I understand. You’re right. Focus on something good.”
“Like marrying rock god Dylan Morgan?” His tone is teasing as he holds my face in both hands and kisses me softly.
“I guess.”
“Huh.” he drops my face. “You guess?”
His mouth tips with amusement, and I grasp onto our first light-hearted moment in a week, the old happiness edging in. “I love you.”
“And I fucking love you,” he whispers back, and the smile grows as I pout at his teasing by using that word. He grips my face and tips my chin to his. “I love you, Sky. We’ll get through this.”
“I know.” I pull my face away and press my head against Dylan’s chest, soothed by his heart beating against my cheek. “I know we will.”
We hold each other, silently acknowledging our need to let go for now. Not to forget or to leave everything behind, but to focus on our new forever while keeping the child we’ll never meet in the corner of our hearts.