“Josiah.”
I closed my eyes. My erratic heartbeat slowed. All was right in my world again.
“Yes?”
Silence.
I wished I was there.
To hold her hand.
To kiss her tears away.
To be her safe place.
“Keep the baby, Range.”
Silence.
“Please.”
Silence.
“Say something, baby.”
Silence.
“I don’t want to do this alone.” Her voice cracked.
“You won’t have to. I’m coming home, baby. Just a little while longer.”
Silence.
“How are you feeling?”
“Confused,” she admitted.
“I’m sorry.”
“This is not how I– how I saw this– I–”
“Shhhhhh. Everything will be okay. Everything will work out in our favor. Everything. Just hold on a little while longer for me, love.”
“Okay.”
“How is the baby? Is everything good?”
“Babies.”
“Hm?”
“Twins.”
She knocked the wind out of my chest.
“You trying to make me the happiest man alive, Sunshine? Twins?”
“Twins.”
