"I wouldn't want you to do that. I don't want you to abandon it, despite me not wanting the baby to be there." My hands are shaking so badly I push them between my knees and press my legs together to hold them still.
"I know you wouldn't, but I need you to know that I would do anything for you."
"I need you to tell me why." The tears spring out without warning, my voice crumbling, and I tense away as his hands rise to hold me, he stills and puts them back down.
"There is no why, baby. Only a stupid drunken mess who convinced himself that you didn't want a life with me. I wasn't just drunk, Emma. I went off the rails and took s**t I haven't touched since my teens. I got completely s**t-faced and got into a fight with two men during that one night." The regret in his voice causes me to lo
