“You can say it however you want. You know I love you, so I’ll understand.” Robert reassured me, his words carrying the weight of our shared history. His gentle circles on my back paused, making me freeze. Had he worked it out? Did he know what I was going to say? A mix of concern and playfulness entered his voice during his following sentence. “Wait, you’re not pregnant, are you?”
“What? No!” I burst out, lifting my head from my hands. I met Robert’s eyes, and we both dissolved into laughter, a shared moment of relief and understanding. It was a joke, but the idea of parenthood at our age had startled him, just as it had me. The thought of raising a child at our age was unthinkable. Yes, it probably worked for some people, but definitely not us. It took us all our time to admit our feeli
