Naomi hadn’t told him about the pregnancy, but this, this was like poking holes in condoms and not telling her. Wasn’t circumventing birth control revoking consent? She sat back down at the table, staring at the whorls of the wood. A pregnancy and a baby would be a great subplot for a documentary series about the Martian astronaut and the space botanist, wouldn’t it? She downed her bitter coffee in one gulp.
