I was supposed to be the one. Was I? What does it matter now, anyway? Because I’m not the father. Never will be a father.
“Hey,” Nick said soothingly, crouching down at our side and ruffling Lene’s blonde curls. “This is not dramatic, okay? This is life, man. This is a new little life coming into the world.”
He’s such a better man than I am. So authentically optimistic and kind.
“We have a loving family,” Lene said, touching her brother’s face. “This little girl is gonna be cherished. And you two can support Myles, can’t you? Nico, you’re been through this with Mona, right? So, it’ll work out beautifully in the end, I know it.”