"Better safe than sorry," I muttered, thinking about the after-pill I'd taken this morning.
Years of living with Valerian, I knew he wasn't the type to want a family. He'd probably still be banging hundreds of women even after getting gout or arthritis, and he'd shrug off having a child of his own. Let alone create a family with me.
As if I'd let him plant a seed in me!
His legacy as a perfect man is still unknown in which cave he'd shoot his almighty sperm.
The celebration Ute mentioned was happening just a few sashay away from where I was. I could see Valerian having some careless conversations with his brothers, those family-oriented, more reserved types.
Only if his life were as private as I wanted it to be, maybe we'd still be married? But no, a man with a face like his would nev
