Zara’s POV
My chest heaves as I stare up at my husband, the man I love more than life itself, the person that it practically killed me to leave behind, but I thought I was doing what was best for both of us. I didn’t want to force him to choose, a child free life with me or a new life without me, so I made it for us both.
Now, as I lay across the cheap box store bed, the springs of the mattress just starting to poke through the wadding, I wonder what the hell I was thinking. I can’t walk away from this man, I just can’t, he’s the air I breathe, and I just have to hope that he means what he say’s that he won’t regret his decision years down the road from now.
His stormy grey eyes look down at me as he cages me into the bed, one forearm resting either side of my head as he studies me.
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