Walking into the kitchen, I find Ada looking through the cupboards, then the fridge before she started pulling things out.
“OK. While I make us lunch… wait, how long do you have for lunch?” She finally looked up at me.
“Don’t have another meeting till 4.”
“Good. OK. So… I want three children. I’m not sure if I want to do IVF, or if I will be able to do it. I don’t want to do the surrogate thing. I would actually prefer we adopt. Approve?” She pointed the knife at me.
“Approved.” I smirked.
Fuck she was hot when she went all business. I sat on the stool and let her get it all out. She was still nervous about voicing it, so I would only answer when a direct question was put to me.
We will talk about her reluctance with IVF later, after she has gotten everything else out she needs to
