“I may as well have,” he murmurs. “There are some people that are worth fighting for, even after hope is gone.”
That stays with me. I feel the truth of it in my soul.
I place my hand against his cheek, forcing him to meet my gaze. “Hey, stay with me.”
I’m not sure what I mean exactly when I say that. I just don’t want him to spiral so far that he becomes unreachable. The thought of losing him to regret—it’s more than I can take. Because… because…
“I need you, Kolya,” I hear myself say. “I need you.”
He blinks, and I can see that my words hit home. He leans down and places his forehead against mine. “I can’t stop thinking about her,” he admits.
“I’m not asking you to stop thinking about her. I just want you to think about something else.”
Then I pull out the sonogram picture I’ve be
