When he and I walked around the city and passed storefronts with baby clothes in the window, I held my breath, averted my eyes. I told him, in what I hoped was a neutral tone of voice, about cousins or old roommates getting pregnant. Just stating the facts. I handed him my phone in the dark of our bedroom with a daring “Look at this baby!” As if maybe if one of them was cute enough he’d sit up in bed, look into my eyes, and say, Let’s do it. Let’s have a child together.
