hard

All the mental discussion I've had with her about the possibility of her pregnancy was nothing, compared to the real life discussion.

The way she had said it, 'The baby'. I swear my chest tore our, open baby.

She must know what I was going through at that moment because she chose to be quiet.

“We could go for a test. I want to really know and stop guessing." She said and I weaved my fingers with hers and kissed her knuckles.

“I'm sorry for what I did." I told her, I hoped she would understand how much it hurts me, to live with the decision.

“To be honest, I've had several fantasies of carrying our baby." She murdered lazily.

I raised a brow and she laughed.

“Look at you, you're so sexy. Haven't you wondered what our children would look like?."

I nodded my head and confessed.

“I have."

“I'm not angry. I'm glad."

“Why?."

“You made the decision for me, yet I wanted it and I wouldn't have told you. I wouldn't have stopped taking the contraceptive."

“Why?."

“Unhealthy mental conditioning.