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“Curt? What are you doing?”
Curt looked up at his husband, their daughter cradled delicately on his chest as he made small rocking motions in the chair. “She had a bad dream,” He whispered.
Owen made his way over quietly, not wanting to wake the baby up. “Are you sure you didn’t have a bad dream?” He asked bluntly, still speaking lowly.
Curt almost startled. “What do you mean?”
Owen crouched beside him and put a hand on his arm. “I know you, love.” At Curt’s look, he continued, “You’re already afraid you’re not good enough for her.”
Curt looked at Owen and looked away. “Am I that obvious?”
Owen pressed a kiss against his arm. “Just to me.”
Curt didn’t say anything, so Owen continued. “You know you’re just as much her dad as I am.”
Curt closed his eyes to try and stop himself from crying. “Owen. . .”
“No, Curt, listen to me. Do you love her?”
“Of course I love her,” Curt said, not even hesitating.
“That’s all that matters.”
Curt looked down at Elizabeth, binkie in her mouth and sleeping on his chest. She had no idea Curt wasn’t really her father.
“Owen? I’m scared.”
“I know, love. I am too.”