“Why are you staring at me?” he murmurs. “Am I?” I reach up to twirl strands of his hair between my fingertips. “I was thinking that you’re going to make a great father. I mean, you already do, but you know what I mean.” “I do, and I think we should start trying now.” “Now?” My heart skips a beat, not expecting that response. “I’m still on the pill.” “Stop taking it.”
