How could I forget?”
“Well, how long did it take you to actually conceive? Because when you told me you were pregnant, I was expecting this whole fiasco and we’d planned to have kids eventually but…” I trailed off uncertainly, not wanting to seem too eager when he hadn’t quite finished telling me about the accident that happened when he and his father were working on a car together.
“It took me two months, actually. Which meant that by now, I must have lost at least a year of my life,” he admitted with a grimace, running a frustrated hand through his hair.
My heart constricted painfully within my chest as I watched Aiden struggle with the memory, my own hands curling protectively around his neck in a silent attempt to offer support.
"I didn't mean it that way," I muttered quickly.
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