UNFORGETTABLE (Able Series Book 3) by Gigi Aceves

the rain caressing your skin, it would remind you of our angel. Every time I experience those things, I try to tell myself it’s our baby’s way of reminding me that life goes on. I don’t know if the pain will ever go away, but I know our baby’s here. Right here.” I run my hand on his heart and mine. “Inside your heart and mine.”
    He wipes my tears away with so much tenderness my heart aches for him . . . for us. For the life we’ve lost. There are no more words left to say, or anything left to do because just like love, loss lingers. Once you feel the pain, it stays until you feel less of it each and every day, but until then, I hope our love for each other will outlast the pain. I think his silence means acceptance or maybe understanding, but I’m wrong. Once again, he throws another pain filled dart straight to my heart.
    “You’re living in a dream land, Tami. The caress of the damn air will not soothe the pain, nor will the crispiness of the rain, or the heat of the sun take all of it away. You’re left with nothing, but a memory of pain; and I’m left with nothing, but guilt and fear.”
    I have nothing else to say to that. How can you save someone who doesn’t want to be saved? How can you make someone understand who refuses to? I slowly look down, wishing the floor would open up and make everything disappear, but life is never easy. I thought the hardest thing in life was learning to accept and overcome life’s challenges, but I was dead wrong. The hardest thing in life is seeing the person I love willingly give up without a fight.
    “I wish I could help you hope.”
    “Hope for what? For you to get pregnant and for me to lose another child? I’m not taking that gamble. I lose every fucking time!”
    Shaking my head, I answer, “No.”
    “Then, you’re hoping for what?”
    “I’m hoping that maybe someday you’ll find your way back to me.”
    “The problem isn’t whether I can find my way back to you, it’s more can I give you want you want.”
    I have a feeling this confrontation is the beginning of the end for us. My heart beats uncontrollably against my chest preparing myself to accept the ache that’s about to decimate my heart.

TAMI
    HE WALKS TOWARD ME, AND instinctively I step back until my ass hits the wall. Brian’s hand digs behind my back and glides slowly upward until his hands are cradling my head. My arms are limp on my side while our eyes are locked on each other’s. For a while, we stay this way until he surrenders as I stay like a statue waiting on him.
    Before I know it, he’s kissing me and I’m kissing him back. My weakness is this man devouring me. As much as I want to deny him and myself, I can’t. Even though that part of my brain, the place where logic resides, tells me to stop; I can’t because my heart won’t allow it. I’ve missed his lips, his fingers against my skin, his body warming mine . . . I just miss everything about him. While we continue to kiss each other, every time his tongue glides against mine, every single moan that escapes me, a little bit of sense fills my brain long enough for me to realize this isn’t right, not after the hurtful words he said, again. I finally break our kiss, the logical part of my brain wins, and my heart yields to it.
    “You said I’m living in a dream land. Is it bad to dream of having a child? Is that a crime?”
    “What part of ‘I can’t risk shit’ don’t you understand? All you think about is having a child. There’s always the fucking unknown attached to it, Tami.”
    I take a deep breath before voicing what’s in my mind, “When will you stop hurting me with your words? When?”
    “Until you fucking get it! I’m saving you from a world of pain, Tami, by not getting you pregnant.”
    Whoever said the truth shall set you free is full of crap. My dad once told me it releases both parties. I beg to disagree, because right now, I don’t feel free. It doesn’t set the person being told free, it