come crashing down on him at once.
“I never doubted you,” I said, crossing the room to him. “Not for a second.”
He sank onto the couch, burying his face in his hands. I knelt in front of him, resting my forehead against his knees as his sobs shook his body.
“I don’t deserve you,” he said through tears. “I don’t deserve this chance.”
I lifted his face, making him look at me. “You deserve love. You deserve joy. And you deserve to be a father, if that’s what you
