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“No.” Fin and Max are surprised by the vehemence of my answer. I look down at my hands, spread flat on the table, and blow out a breath. “My mother had this thing about becoming a grandmother. Somebody asked her when she was a little girl what she wanted to be when she grew up, and she said she wanted to be a grandmother. That it seemed like the most wonderful thing to be in the world.” I have to take another breath before I go on. “She always talked about the day I’d have my own baby. How happy she’d be. How she hoped it was a girl. If I ever do have a girl, I’ll name her after my mother.” After a moment, Fin says gently, “This is about what you want, though. What’s good for you.” My laugh is dry. “If it turns out that I’m pregnant, it’s not about me anymore at all.” Max squeezes my
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