Tucking myself into his side again, I snuggle close to him and breathe him in. “I’d also like to throw it out there that for someone who doesn’t want children, you sure spread your seed around willy-nilly. Our condom use isn’t what you’d call methodical.”
His voice turns dry. “Half the time my ‘seed,’ as you so eloquently put it, doesn’t wind up anywhere near your ovaries, darling.”
I smile, thinking of all the lovely ways he uses my body. “Yeah, but it only takes once.”
After a long moment, he says quietly, “I know.”
Something in his tone makes me look up at his face. He’s gazing down at me with warm, soft eyes. The expression in them makes my heart skip a beat.
“You’re worried you won’t be a good father, aren’t you?”
“You know me better than anyone does. It’s a valid concern.”
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