TSR 20
"Do we have problems, Seleucus?" He's been quite since we came home from the hospital. I patted his shoulder while slowly pushing away the glass of whiskey on our bar counter. He pulled me toward him for a tight hug. I was taken aback when he sobbed on my neck. I asked him again what the problem was. "Are you going to divorce me?" His voice cracked, but he managed to repeat it again with another question. "Are you leaving me?" I wiped away his tears and softly kissed his cheeks. "No, I'm not. I'm not divorcing you because I love you, and I'm not leaving you." His hand reached my face and caressed it. Every move you make makes me feel so delicate and so in love. He gently traced his forefinger to my lips. He looked like a baby to me right now. I pulled his cheeks upward to form a
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