“Would it really be the worst idea?” I ask softly. “Having a baby?” She backs away and raises her brows at me. “Did you not hear me? Her vagina ripped to her asshole. What part of that doesn’t sound like the worst idea of all time?” Chuckling, I shrug. “I don’t know. I kind of like the idea of you all cute and knocked up with my baby.” I step closer and rest my hand on her belly, and she leaves it there for a second, until she doesn’t. “You don’t want a baby.”
