Out on a Limb

by Hannah Bonam-Young

“There’s just so much I haven’t done, you know?” I say. “What?” he asks, laughing exasperatedly and running a hand through his hair. “I wanted to travel, maybe have kids, learn how to make my own candles. I still haven’t watched all nine seasons of The Office. I thought I had more time.” “Are you implying—” “That this dick is going to murder me? Yes,” I interrupt. “Oh my god,” he groans. “Do your hands get tired of holding it while you pee?” “I’m gonna leave,” he mumbles. “I’m going to leave,”

“No one is getting naked,” I say, at first to Caleb, then to the two troublemakers. “The last time I was naked in this home, I left with a very expensive, lifelong party favor. So, no thanks.”

“Robert?” he asks, smirking. “I’m Robert now?” “Well, Bo seems rather informal, considering you’re now my sugar daddy apparently!”

“Celebratory?” I ask. “What are we celebrating?” “Your new plan. The kid you’re growing. You, in general.”

“Yeah, I think I would. I know the timing isn’t exactly ideal, but if you lined up every other person in the world who I could’ve had a baby with, I’d choose you again. You’re going to be a fantastic mom, Win.”