“But it’s a possibility that I’m willing to think about,” he finishes.
I can’t stop the joy from showing on my face.
I see the smile in his eyes as he looks down at me. “Just you and me, right?” he asks.
“Just you and me,” I agree. “And our baby. Our little family.” I pull his hands from around my waist and place them on my belly. “This is what we’d be doing it for.”
I see the conflict rage in his eyes for a moment, but it settles when he looks down at my stomach.
“Our baby,” he echoes softly. He’s talking to himself more than me.
Eventually, he sighs, kisses me on the head, and turns away to make coffee.
“Are you coming into town with me today?” he asks.
I had wanted to, but I can sense that he needs some alone time to process everything we’ve just discussed. I realize I need the
