Not everything.
Just something.
“Modric?”
“Yes?”
“I think I might want children.”
His body became very still.
I immediately lifted my head.
“That was not a pregnancy announcement.”
“I know.”
“You look terrified.”
“I am trying to react correctly.”
I stared at him.
“There is no correct reaction.”
“That feels like a trap.”
I laughed.
“It is not.”
He studied me carefully.
“You might want children.”
“Someday.”
He nodded.
“Okay.”
“That is all?”
“What should I say?”
“I don’t know.”
He took my hand.
“There is no deadline.”
Warmth moved through me.
“I know.”
“No promise required.”
“I know.”
“If someday becomes never, that is okay.”
My throat tightened.
“And if someday becomes soon?”
His expression softened.
“Then we talk about it.”
I smiled.
“And panic?”
“Probab
