“What if . . .” I speak slowly, feeling my way. “What if instead of fighting, we started to build something?” She tenses slightly, and I realize I’m not communicating properly. “I don’t mean a family. I won’t pretend that I don’t want that, just like I won’t pretend that the idea of starting one with you isn’t attractive in a way I was never prepared to experience. But it’s been a couple of weeks. It’s too soon to make that jump.” “A week and a half ago, you were raring and ready to put a baby in my belly.”
