His mouth twitched.
“You worked here. You lived upstairs. You spent your evenings with me, Leah, or both. Owen and Caleb knew your schedule well enough to become invasive.”
“I may have been extremely efficient.”
“You were chaotic and habitually late.”
A short laugh escaped him, but the anxiety did not leave.
I opened my arms.
He came to me.
His forehead rested against my chest.
“What if something is wrong?”
“Then we face what’s wrong.”
“You say that about everything.”
“Because it’s the only answer that survives reality.”
“What if it changes what we can do together?”
“Then we adapt.”
“What if it changes how you look at me?”
“It won’t.”
“You can’t know that.”
“I know what I control.”
He raised his head.
“I may be afraid,” I said. “I may need explanations. I may be furious at the circumstances.”
I cupped his cheek.
“But I won’t stop loving you.”
His phone chimed on the desk.
Noah froze.
We both looked at the screen.
A notification from the clinic waited there.
He made no move toward it.
“You read it.”
“You’re certain?”
“Yes.”
