'I'm falling in love with the girl I can't have
I'm walking a line, that's a little bit mad
I know that I shouldn't, but I can't help the way I feel
This love is forbidden, yet I can't let it go unreal"
Forbidden love can be a tale of great complexi...
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I'm confused.
I'm mad at Giselle.
I'm hurt and anxious by the looks David was giving and the things he was saying as Mia, and I hurried from the restaurant.
But all of those feelings are secondary to the other things I'm experiencing. Like the absolute certainty that I'm in love with Mia and want to keep her in my life. Like the fact that I'm going to make things right between us, and with David.
Like the fact that I'm going to be a father.
In spite of everything else that has happened tonight, I'm grinning at the thought as we pull up in front of my apartment. Mia still has her eyes closed, like she's had for the entire car ride here, but I'm pretty sure she's not actually sleeping.
I have so many questions, but I don't want to rush her. I want her to feel completely comfortable, completely at ease. I want her to feel at home and relaxed.
I want her to feel loved.
"Mia, baby," I reach out and stroke her cheek as her eyes flutter open. "We're here. Just a second and I'll help you out."
She reaches for the car door, stubborn as always, and it only makes me smile even wider. I'm used to being in charge all the time, but I kind of love it that she insists on doing things her way.
"I'm fine," she mumbles, but she's still moving slowly, and she's barely swung a leg out of the open car door by the time I've hurried around to the passenger side to give her a hand.
Thankfully, she doesn't argue this time—she doesn't say anything else, in fact, until we're inside the apartment and I've helped her ease down onto the sofa.
"You didn't have to do all of this," she says, her voice sounding tired and weak. "But thank you... for everything."
I sit down and take her hand, rubbing my thumb in small circles against the soft skin of her wrist. "I just want you to be comfortable. You don't need to thank me."
We sit in silence for a few minutes, but I don't feel anxious. I know we've got a lot to talk about, but I'm not in a hurry. We've got all night, and all day tomorrow—as long as it takes.
"I'm sorry," she says, finally, pulling me from my thoughts. "I was going to tell you, but... not like that. I wanted to wait until we could be alone, but the timing never seemed to be right, and—"
Her eyes start to well up again with tears, and I shake my head as I lean in and kiss her on the cheek. "Don't apologize," I whisper, my face so close to her neck that I can't resist the urge to kiss her there, too. "We don't have to talk about this right now if you're not ready, babe. I'm not angry, and you can stay here for as long as you want, okay?"
She cocks her head to the side and her perfectly arched brows knit together. "You're... not angry?"
"Nope." I shake my head and smile. "Of course not. Don't get me wrong—we need to talk about all of this at some point. But my main concern is that you're okay. You and the baby, I mean. That's all I care about. We'll work everything else out, Mia, I promise."
