I feel my eyebrows pull together, not understanding what he means.
"Whatever it is, we'll get through it." I try to reassure him. I don't want these little doubts between us anymore either. Maybe it was a product of my age and of rushing down the aisle so hastily. It didn't matter. It still got us here, no matter the path. It got me where I wanted to be: in his lap, our baby in my belly cradled between us.
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