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Blake sniffled a couple of times, and shook her head. "You don't need to thank me," she said, pulling away from Roman slightly to look at Samuel. "Really, you don't. If anything, I should be thanking you, because you gave him a good home, one he deserves."
"Blake, this was all you," Roman insisted. And it was. She had carried to term and given birth to their child, when she could have terminated the pregnancy and made everything easier for herself. Roman and Samuel would always be in debt to her, and Roman didn't think they'd ever be able to repay you.
Blake gave a small smile and wiped her face clear of tears. "Ugh, I'm a mess."
"You sound like Bella."
That made Blake chuckle, and she stepped away, wiping her tears from her cheeks. "We're never telling Elliot you saw me cry."
"Deal."
Their words seemed to have made Blake a little happier, which was wonderful. Roman leaned back against the kitchen cupboard and watched her with a careful smile as she washed her face and patted it dry with a tea towel. This woman was amazing -- she constantly gave nothing but kindness to everyone else, but life always seemed to give her the worst luck possible. Hopefully, things would begin to look up for Blake, because if anyone deserved it, it was definitely her.