Adriana
“Don’t even go there,” I said, feeling suddenly anxious. “Anyway, I’m on the pill. I’ve told you that.”
“It’s not one-hundred percent affective, you do realize that.”
“Don’t worry. I’m not pregnant,” I repeated, remembering the conversation we’d had on Maui. He’d told me that he wanted to have at least three children, but not until he was in his thirties. “I wouldn’t do that to you.”
“Kitten, I want you to do that to me. Someday, when we’re both ready. You know how I feel about kids.”
“I know.”
“I want a big family and believe it when I say that I want you to have my babies. I want to grow old with you and spoil the hell out of our grandchildren. You feel me?”
“Yes.”
“But, if you were to get pregnant at any time, I’d man up and take care of you both. I love you, Adriana. Mo
