Chapter 92 (Ronnie)

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"I'd hug you," I tell Hailey, "but I currently have hair dye all over my hands."

"I understand," she replies. "Can we talk?"

"Before you do," Emmy stumbles in, "we need to talk. In private."

I nod and escort the two of them out of my room. I turn back to Callum.

"So what do you want the final look to be? Just blue or blue with icy tips?"

Emory's POV

I hold Hailey's hand as we head back to our room. We sit down on the bed and I engulf my girlfriend in a hug.

"I'm so sorry," I begin, "I panicked. When Zachary, my younger brother, was born I was ten years old. I wasn't allowed to hold him for almost a two years. When I finally did hold him, I accidentally dropped him. Now he's paralyzed from the waist down. I know he still blames me for his disability. I just fear that I'll drop our child."

"Emmy," Hailey quietly states, "you'll be fine. I'm here." She caresses my cheek and I lean my face into her soft touch.

"I'm still sorry, Hailey. I love you."

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