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His life couldn’t be more full with Sara in it. Getting to sleep with her in his arms at night, waking up to her sleepy-eyed smile, having all of her instead of just a piece— it was… everything. Everything. He was particularly fond of waking her up by loving her.

The scuffle of a shoe sounded behind him & he realized the lights in the parking lot were out. No, not out. Smashed.
Shit. That was the last thought he had before he saw the movement out of the corner of his eye. By then , it was too late. There was nothing he could do to ward off the blow.

What the hell kind of husband says no when his wife asks if they can adopt a baby? I told her if the baby wasn’t my own I didn’t want it.”
“That was your father speaking, not you, Warrick. If you told her that, it was because your father had convinced you that you needed to give him an heir.” Another bitter laugh. “On his deathbed. He told me on his deathbed that even my sperm couldn’t live up to his standards.

So heartbreaking. They just shared an awesome evening together then both had meltdowns once he left. From beautiful 1st time together to pity party/drunken guilt fest.

She’d completely forgotten to worry about her prosthesis at some point in the evening. Warrick pulled her right hand toward him, leaning over the table to kiss it. He followed by pulling her prosthesis toward him, leaning to kiss that, too. “Thank you for trusting me enough to forget it,” he said quietly, and she felt a thrill race through her at the low gruff tone.