“It means that if we want to chance it, and you get pregnant… then I want it with you. If nothing comes of it, but you want to pause till you can get on birth control or you want me to use condoms, then I’m okay with either of those options. If you want me to get you the morning after pill, I will. This is your choice, Acacia.” My stomach turns and I move my food to the nightstand. “What do you want?” He grimaces, rubbing at his jaw. “I think this is a choice you have to make without my input.”
