"They won't." I pour every ounce of conviction into my voice. "Because you know exactly how it feels to be unloved. To be a disappointment." My fingers find his jaw. "You can give our baby what you always wanted: unconditional love. Real pride. The freedom to be imperfect."
Sam's entire body goes still beneath me. For a moment, he's utterly silent. Then his arms lock around me, crushing me to his chest as if he could absorb my certainty through skin alone.
"Zaychik." His voice breaks on the endearment. "How do you see straight through my armor?"
"Because I recognize the cracks." I press my lips to his throat. "They match mine."
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"This secure line won't last forever," Hope's voice crackles through my phone. "Give me something juicy before Myles cuts us off
