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I loved that idea.
I shoved the rest of the sausage into my mouth and nodded. “I didn’t break my engagement to Emmitt because I didn’t love him, you know? Well, when it all started, I fell in love with him. But he didn’t treat me right. Was I wrong to give it all up?”
Kid turned to look at me for a silent moment then walked over to frame my cheeks with his palms. “You weren’t wrong. Sure, maybe my answer is biased because if you had gone through with the marriage, I wouldn’t have you right now. But you shouldn’t have to trade your happiness for your mother’s. Her giving birth to you isn’t an act that requires reparation. Do you hear me?”
Tears tumbled down my cheeks as I nodded.
“No. I need to hear you say it.”
“My birth…” I panted. Sobbing kept cutting off the words before they could get out of my throat. “My birth—does not require reparations.”
“Good.” Kid kissed me. “Now, grab one of my shirts, take a shower then come back here. Once you do, I’ll have coffee for you and hot chocolate for the sleepy teen.”
I kissed him and was running for the stairs when something came to my mind. Scared, I rushed back. “Kid?”
“Mmm?” He didn’t face me.
“I’m yours, right?”
He turned slowly and met my gaze. “We don’t have to talk about this now. There’s no pressure.”
“I’m asking because you didn’t sign up for Jeremy.” I admitted. “I don’t even know if you signed up for me long-term.”
Kid turned off the stove and walked over to face me. “Like I said, there is no pressure. You have a lot on your plate right now. But know that when I came into this, I came into it for you—long term.”
I nodded.
He playfully tugged on my hair. That made me laugh softly.
He kissed me again, deeper this time and left him in the kitchen. I stopped to check on Jeremy then continued up the stairs.
