“Oh, I, um…” I bite my thumb nail as I consider my answer. As unexpected as this all was, as unrecognisable as my life is now, I doubt I would change a thing. I’d been directionless for so long. Keeping my head down, living the day to day with no real plans for the future. But now, I have my head up. Longing for what’s to come, as new and rewardingly terrifying as it may be. Planning for a life that isn’t entirely my own anymore woke me up.
“If that’s too intense of a question you don’t—”
“No,” I interrupt. “I wouldn’t have consciously decided to get pregnant. That wouldn’t be fair to you. But if I had the choice to go back, I wouldn’t. I needed this.” It’s a simple admission, but completely true. Ineededthis.
A deeper part of me realises, too, that I needed Bo. Someone who, from the moment I stuck out my hand, has understood me at a fundamental level that many people cannot. Someone kind, compassionate, hard-working whobelievesin me.
That’s enough, I think. To have a friend who believes in me. He doesn’t owe me any more than that.
“Me either,” Bo says decidedly, even though I didn’t ask. “I wouldn’t go back.”
His voice washes over me like warm, silky water passing down my spine. Relaxing every muscle. Dismissing a worry that I’d kept hidden, even from myself. “You’d choose this?” I ask, feeling the start of tears sting my nose. I want to say,me? You’d choose me?
“Yeah, I think I would. I know the timing isn’t exactly ideal, but if you lined up every other person in the world who I could’ve had a baby with, I’d choose you again. You’re going to be a fantastic mom, Win.”
I’d choose you again.
Every other person in the world.
I know he doesn’t mean forhim,but for the kid. But the sentiment is still nice. That he thinks I’m going to be that good of a mother, when I so often doubt that I’ll be any sort of mom at all.
“Blegh!” I say, wiping a tear from my cheek that fell before Bo had even finished speaking. “Don’t be so nice to me. I’m starving, and this baby is obsessed with making me a sentimental, emotional mess. I’m weakened.”
“Want to ask another question?” he asks, smiling to himself as he exits the highway. “We’ve got about five more minutes.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” I say, sniffling. “I see you. You didn’t answer.”
He licks his lips, looking bashfully at the road ahead. “Same answer. Us.”
I hadsomany more words than him when I answered. But his answer carries more weight, somehow. I ignore the way my heart twists. I have to. “Same reason?” I ask. “The baby?”
“Kind of… The baby is a big factor,obviously. But, also, what it meant for me.” I watch his chest rise and fall on a heavy breath.
“Whatdidit mean?” I ask, so quiet I’m not sure he can hear me.
His jaw works, his eyes flicking over to my face with a nervous smile that twitches away. “I mentioned that since my surgery, I hadn’t been with anyone. I think I had started to convince myself that maybe I wouldn’t again. That no one would want me likethatanymore.”
“But you’reyou,” I say, foolishly interrupting.
Bo’s chin tilts up with a cocky smile. “I’d love to hear you expand on that.”
“Shut up,” I say, my cheeks warming.
He loosens his hand around the top of the steering wheel and swipes it across the leather. “You made me feelreallywanted,” he sayssoearnestly that it lands in my chest, reverberating like an echo in an abandoned tunnel. “You…” He laughs anxiously. “Fuck, why is it so hard to describe?”
I recognise it. What he’s trying to say but can’t find the words for. Because I felt it too. Sowhydid he leave?
“Seen?” I ask, making two fists in my lap.
He nods. “Understood,” he adds. “Like… I don’t know.” He laughs softly, looking up to the left. “Like maybe I’m fine as I am. As is.”
“When you kissed my hand… that’s how it felt. No one had done that before,” I whisper.
Bo looks at me briefly, his face shrouded in disappointment. As if he’d wished he hadn’t been the first. Which strikes me as incredibly selfless. I, on the other hand, enjoyed hearing that I was the only one who’d given him that acceptance. Perhaps, if I give him the full truth of what that night meant to me, it’ll redeem me some. He deserves to hear it, regardless.
“It was the very first time anyone had paid attention tothatpart of me during sex. None of my hookups or my ex included all of me in their lust. I felt wholly desired with you, Bo. Not just the best bits.”
Silently, we pull into a parking lot behind the restaurant.
