“How old were you?” he finally asked.
“We were both sixteen. Truly, we’ve both healed from it. The doctor said after it happened that I was okay. I can still get pregnant. We can still do that together.” I reached my hands out for him, and there was a minuscule second of hesitation before he took my hands and squeezed. My entire body relaxed as he finally gave me a sympathetic smile.
“Well, this feels a bit awkward now,” he chuckled. “Maybe I should wait.”
I tilted my head to the side.
“What do you mean? Are you mad at me? For not telling you?”
He gave me a weird look, as if I were crazy.
“I mean, you probably should have brought it up earlier, but I’m not mad. No, the awkward thing is this,” he dropped my hand and leaned back to reach towards the end table. I peered over and saw a Manila envelope I hadn’t noticed when I walked up. He grabbed it and brought it back. He gave me a cringe induced smile as he handed it to me.
“This is just seriously bad timing. Please don’t take this as me trying to fix what happened between you and Cash or something. I was going to do this before you told me. I swear.”
I raised an eyebrow as I opened the envelope and pulled out a thick packet of paperwork.
“What is this?” I asked, scanning it quickly. He swallowed, and when I looked back up at him, I could see the nervousness in his face. He pressed his lips together tightly before smiling and explaining.
“It’s adoption papers. And all the paperwork you filed for your name change. It came in the mail the other day. I was hoping we could make the Whitlock family official.”
