Chapter 88

“We need to grieve together… The baby was real. We’re hurting, but we will get through it.” He sounds determined, and his strength makes my heart crumble fully. I press our noses together and angle so we are practically lip-to-lip. Arrick’s hands come up and slide into my hair, cupping my face so he can hold me close and rest our faces against one another more intimately. “No more pushing me away.” He says it sternly, and I shake my head, more tears falling freely and willing to agree to just about anything he asks me.

“I promise.” It’s so breathy it’s barely audible.

“We’re better together. We always have been. We need to learn how to handle shit when things get hard. We need to figure out how to be stronger for the next hurdle.” He frowns at me, overcome emotionally too, and his eyes mist over a little like mine as I nod.

“We will,” I swear on my life that I will try my hardest.

“We also need to figure out what is happening with this.” He lets go of my face