"I'm sorry."
Angelina looks up from the book she's reading. "For what?"
"For everything." George sits beside her and takes her hand, looking at it as he speaks. "I've fucked everything up, and I'm so sorry."
She sighs. "There's nothing you can do about it now."
"Yes, there is." He looks up at her, meets her eyes. "I'm going to be there for you, through everything, through good and bad and worse, and I want to love you."
"You want to love me?" Her voice is skeptical.
"Yes." He places a hand on her stomach. "I want to love you, and our child. I want us to be a family, a real family and not a family forced together by mutually shitty circumstances."
She contemplates it. "I don't know if this is going to work."
"I don't know, either," he answers. "But I want it to, more than I've ever wanted anything. And if we both want it to, it will."
She looks at his hand, still on her stomach, and nods. "I want it to, too."
He smiles wide, taking her cheeks in both his hands and pulling her face to his; a kiss that will last a lifetime.