I paced nervously back and forth. I’d rather die than tell him, but I had to. He kept looking at me with that expression that set my nerves on edge, but I chickened out and couldn’t do it. So, I sat next to him and snuggled up to him.
“I don’t want to fight with you anymore. I’m tired. I just want to cuddle with you and tell you how much I love you,” he looked at me, puzzled.
“Was it that hard for you to tell me that?” I nodded.
“You know me; I’m a bit stubborn,” I said, sighing. He hugged me and kissed me on the forehead.
“So, can I sleep with you now? Sleeping hugged up to Charon, our dog, is a bit uncomfortable; he’s very furry,” he said, laughing.
I nodded, but my mind was still uneasy. I should have told him. I should have told him at that moment! I had found out about a DNA test
