Ijah started the engine and pulled out onto the road, and it wasn’t long before Alec went right in on me. “Okay, first things first. Please for the love of all things holy, wrap that shit up. We do not need any little murder babies running around the restaurant.” Law huffed in annoyance and Ijah chuckled from behind the wheel. “Murder babies?” I asked incredulously. He just looked at me seriously. “I had a vasectomy years ago,” I told him. People like me shouldn’t procreate. It was an easy decision despite the fact that I hadn’t been doing any procreation-related activities, to begin with.
