I roll my eyes and say, “Good, because I might need your uterus.” I snicker, but Olivia doesn’t. Olivia sits there, holding my hand and my gaze, all the love in the world loaded in those warm eyes. “Oh, God, Liv. No! I was just … I was just joking!” “I would,” she tells me softly. “If you decide to go that route … I would.”
