Ethan almost said yes, but he remembered Nico’s fertility recommendations—stay off caffeine—and shook his head. He couldn’t revolve his life around possibility, chance, lost time. Couldn’t keep himself trapped in the same toxic mental cycle. Maybe this month, maybe next month, maybe a year from now. If I lift my legs higher, if I stay on my back, if I eat healthier. But this maybe, this if seemed insignificant compared to the rest. Something he could try without heartache, like eating the snow plum.
