I let out a heavy breath and lay my head back on his legs. "You're just trying to make me feel better," I sniffle.
"It's my fault, too. If I was away from the stairs..." he clips, his voice dark. "I should have listened to you and left you back at the house."
I shift sideways and look up at him, his face taut and eyes holding sorrow. He's blaming himself, too. It hurts me to know that he thinks this is his fault.
I raise my hand and cup his jaw, the scruff tickling my palm.
"I wasn't sure if I wanted the baby at first," I admit. "I didn't know what to think. Waking up one day and being told you're pregnant is a shock. But now, thinking I may not have that little heartbeat inside me anymore, I know for sure that I do want the baby one-hundred percent." I start to cry.
Landon cups my
