“You're not going to lose me,” I assured him, tightening my arms around him. “I'm not dying on you. I promise. But you need to stop crying because this is starting to feel like you're mourning me while I'm still alive.”Alan wiped his face quickly. “Not at all. God forbid. I'm not mourning you, and I refuse to.”I understood why he was like this, especially after watching him retreat into his shell, but once his breathing steadied, I gently asked, “Would you consider therapy?”He didn't say anything for a while. “I don't need therapy,” he finally said. “What I need is for you to be alive.”“I will be.”When I started feeling the weight of him leaning on me, I teased him. “I'm already carrying two. Adding you makes it three, and that's a lot.”He moved away immediately, his eyes dropping to my stomach. “Are you okay?”I smiled. “I'm fine. Now get into bed and sleep, so I don't have to worry about you too.”He climbed into bed. “Why did you come in here in the first place?”I straighten
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