The Glue

by K. Webster

What started out as fun became a point of contention between us. We’d fight about my desperation and his cool aloofness. Drift, drift, drift. It got to the point where he’d have sex with me, empty his seed, and then leave to go grade papers. We barely spoke. And then, after a meltdown when he suggested adoption, we stopped having sex altogether.

Envy. I’m envious of Quinn’s cute little wife, Ava, and her ability to pop out children left and right. I just want one. I want one baby to hold and call mine. I’m not that greedy. Vaughn says we can adopt—that he’d love to if that’d make me happy—but I’ve never pulled the trigger on that decision.