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I wind my arms around his waist and rest my cheek on his chest. “Promises, promises.” He kisses the top of my head. Then we stand there in comfortable silence, our arms around each other, listening to the breeze playing through the trees. The sound of faraway children’s laughter drifts to us over the water. Aidan asks softly, “You ever want kids?” My pulse goes wild. My hands start to tremble. I close my eyes, bury my face in his chest, and whisper, “Yes.” There’s a slight change in his energy. A new tension creeps into his arms. “Was that the wrong thing to say?” I shake my head. “No, it’s just…I tried once. We tried.” He rests his cheek against the top of my head and tightens his arms around me. “You don’t have to tell me.” “It’s okay. It’s not a secret or anything.” I blow out a
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