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The Tear (Precise Maneuvers Challenge Sequel)

There it was out. I’d said it out loud, finally. I’d hardly believed it myself.
His face was blank. His eyes of green searching. He’d gone into a full sweat.
Oh my god, he doesn’t want the baby. My mind went into a flurry of scenarios.
Abortion. No way! I’m having my baby. And adoption isn’t an option either. I will love my child; our child.
But I love him. He’s the father of my baby. How could he not want this. We’ve talked about this. My heart sank.
He bit his lower lip, and his eye went sleepy mean. His mouth was agap, his tongue playing at his top teeth.
“Amber I..” he tried.
My throat constricted. I felt tears filling my eyes.
No, I could not let him see me cry. My teeth clamped together, my tongue pressed hard at the roof of my mouth; I would never cry.
His hand reached out for mine. Here it was. He didn’t want children. He wasn’t ready for the commitment.
Damnit.. a tear fell.
He wiped away my tear and pulled me close, “I love you,” he said.
And my heart soared.

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