Aaron hung up the phone, a deep sigh on his lips. You walk up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“That was her, right? She’s still coming, isn’t she?” You question softly. Aaron faces you, his arms pulling you closer, his mind miles away.

“She is, and I’m sure more than ever that I’m ready to her tell her,” he blinks and his focus is back on you as he caresses your cheek. “But I still worry how my daughter will feel about this. About us.”