Ben’s finger hovers over the call button.
I’m tucked against his side on the sofa, one of his arms around my shoulders whilst the other holds his phone.
“You’re stalling,” I point out.
“I’m preparing emotionally.”
“You’re calling our parents, not going into battle.”
He glances down at me. “Have you met Mum?”
I snort softly and settle further against him.
“What if they’re grossed out by this Nell? What if they don’t agree with what we’ve done?” Worry pulses through the bond.
“Well seeing as mum packed me the fertility suppressant tonic without me knowing.” His head whips towards me fast “I’d say she was expecting this outcome more than us!”
“Fertility suppressant tonic. I didn’t even think”
“Of course you didn’t” I roll my eyes “Don’t worry I’ve been taking it”
He turns back tow
