« Mom called again, » he said quietly.
I kept my eyes on the onesie. « And? »
« Go pass your pharmacology quiz. »
« Same stuff. I hung up. »
« Jake… »
« Emma. I chose us. I keep choosing us. Stop worrying. »
I nodded, and he left.
But the truth was, I did worry.
You see, Jake’s mother, Lydia, was the only person who refused to accept our relationship. She’d never even laid eyes on me. Not once. But she’d told half her church, and Jake, that I was a gold digger.
« I keep choosing us. »
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