Out on a Limb

by Hannah Bonam-Young

“Let’s aim for friends?” I suggest. “Friends that are having a baby together.” “Yes. Friends with fetuses.” “A totally new type of benefit.” He laughs. “But yes. Friends is good.”

There’s something so intimate about being held with zero expectations or reason beyond wanting to. Something so natural about Bo and me moving our bodies in sequence, in no rush to step away. Something so inherently safe about being in his arms.