Conrad's POV
I backed out of the bar parking lot and while Avery was all smiles leaving, she was now quiet and looking at the window. Something was up because she was the one who wanted this, and sometimes I think she thrived on telling people or women that I was hers and off limits.
"What's wrong?" I finally asked.
"She wasn't wrong."
"About what?"
"Me going to prison and the fact that I might not be able to have any kids. I don't have the best track record with keeping a pregnancy," she said, and I could see how much she was struggling with even saying this.
"You aren't going to prison. You didn't do it and if you can't have babies then we will either adopt or hire a surrogate, or we can travel the world just the two of us and live happily ever after just the two of us." I
