“You want me to get you pregnant.” I groan. He laughs, and it sounds crazed. “That’s why you begged me to come inside you, baby. You want me to knock you up.” “What I really want is to go back in time to before we had this stupid conversation.” “Oh, no,” he says, still laughing. “That cat’s out of the bag, lass. You might not want to be my wife, but you want to grow my babies in your belly. Five of them.” “I feel like this is a good time to remind you that I’m perfectly capable of murder.”
