I laughed again, and Reek shook his head. “That girl is out her damn mind.”
“She really ran to a psych ward because she thought she was pregnant,” I said, still smiling. “And then she wasn’t even pregnant!”
Reek laughed too. “That part is what makes it worse.”
“It really does.”
“She got too many kids, though. I get it.”
I turned my face into the pillow a little, still snickering. “Exactly. That’s why I’m laughing and feeling bad for her at the same time.”
He looked at me for a second, then asked, “How many kids you want us to have?”
That wiped the smile off my face for a second. I looked up at him, blinking slowly. “What?”
He didn’t laugh it off either. He was serious. “How many kids you want us to have?”
I stared at him because just a few months ago, this man had acted like one baby was the beginning of the end.
“That is even a question now?” I asked.
He smiled a little, but it wasn’t playful. It was more like he already knew how crazy that sounded coming out of his mouth. “Yeah. It’s a question now.”
I rolled onto my back and looked at the ceiling before looking at him again. “You didn’t want any kids.”
“I know.”
“You werehorrified.”
“I was.”
I studied him for a second. “So, what changed?”
“You,” he said. “And RoRo.”
My expression softened as I began to swoon.
“At first, all I could think about was what I didn’t have in me for a kid, what I didn’t know, what I didn’t trust about myself. But once I stopped fighting that, I realized it was never really the baby that scared me. It was loving something enough to lose or ruin it that had me running.”
I reached over and rubbed his chest. “And now?”
“Now,” he said, covering my hand with his, “I still know what can happen. I still know this life gets dangerous. But I also knowI want this. I want you. I want him. And if we ended up having more, I’d be good with that.”
I smiled and looked down at our hands. “You have changed so much.”
He gave me that little corner smile I loved. “Good.”
“How many do you want?”
He thought about it for a second, then said, “At least one more. A girl.”
That made me grin. “A girl? You want a daughter?”
“Yeah, I think it would be dope to see a little you.”
We looked into each other’s eyes, gazing for a second before I had to tear my eyes away because my sore vagina was starting to pulsate.
I laid my head against his shoulder and asked, “What kind of parents do you want us to be?”
