“You told me once that you didn’t want kids. Was that the truth?” He stirs, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. His chest rises as he inhales a breath. “Yes.” “Can I ask why?” “You won’t like the answer.” “You can’t see it, but I’m making a face at you.” “All right. The answer is because I don’t want to share you.” “You’re right. I don’t like the answer.” “Told you.”
