Chapter 202 Not fair

• “Mace was a preemie. A premature baby,” I tell him. “That’s why I get so overprotective. They didn’t think he would make it, but here we are. My—our boy is a fighter. So strong.”
• “He got it from his mama. Mama Mace is so strong I could never compare.” His eyes soften even more and the pad of his thumb brushes the bridge of my nose. “I wish you never had to go through it alone, superstar.”
• “I didn’t.” Resting my head on his shoulder, I whisper, “Dad was here. Amelia. The girls.”