Dylan steps forward and rubs my arm. “Yes. I was stupid.”
I relax against the counter, relieved we’ve remained calm. Dylan wraps his arms around me and holds the back of my head against his chest, where his heart beats fast against my cheek. “But do you understand why? I was frightened how much the Lily situation would upset you....” He trails off. “I was scared we’d lose the baby.”
I wrap my arms around his waist and bury my face into his soft shirt. “Oh, Dylan... I don’t think that would’ve been a risk factor.”
He holds my shoulders, an intensity too familiar in his eyes. “I can’t let anything hurt you. Both of you. I want to keep you out of danger, and until the baby comes, I do that by keeping you extra safe.”
“Don’t try to protect me by lying,” I whisper. “Next time I won’t be as calm about it.”
Dylan fights a smile, and I narrow my eyes at him. “Calm? That was you calm?”
I chew on my lip, biting down a smile at his reaction. “I guess not.” I tiptoe to place my lips on his. “I half understand why you made the decision now.”
He takes my face and moves his mouth to kiss my forehead. “And I promise not to hide anything again.”
“Hmm. I’ve heard that one before, I think—” His mouth meets mine again, silencing my response with a gentle kiss.