Allen
I leaned down anyway, pressing a soft, lingering, tender kiss directly onto the smooth skin of his forehead, letting my lips rest there for a long moment before pulling back. Truly, it was taking a lot more effort to hold back, but I was determined to stick to my word.
Ezra let out a quiet sigh, resting his cheek back against the pillow. The playful warmth in his eyes slowly disappeared and he suddenly seemed so vulnerable. Without a shadow of doubt, there was something making him worry. Before I could inquire what he was thinking about, he beat me to it.
"Allen..." his voice was soft, almost a whisper, as if he was hesitating. "What… what would you do if I couldn't give you children?"
My entire body went completely still. I stared down at him, my eyes searching every inch of his anxious face.
