Jeremiah hands tightened slightly at her waist. “What?”
“My body,” Michelle said softly.
Understanding dawned in his eyes, but she continued before he could interrupt.
“I can’t give you children,” she said. “You know that. I know that. Daisy is your world. And maybe one day you’ll want more. A son. Another daughter. I don’t want you choosing me out of guilt. Or nostalgia. Or because you feel like we were robbed.”
“Michelle—”
“I don’t want pity,” she said, her voice firmer now. “I don’t want you sacrificing something you might want just to make up for lost time.”
Jeremiah stared at her as if she’d said something absurd.
“Do you honestly think that’s what this is?” he asked quietly.
“I need to know,” she said.
He cupped her face again, more gently this time.
“Listen to me,” he said
