[ Fifteen minutes, or maybe more if he's good. And he's always good, though -- and when he pulls her over him, she straddles his hips, pulling her shirt over her head and dropping it over the edge of the bed.
At his words, though, she hesitates. She's never been one to want kids even before she knew she couldn't -- but not wanting kids and not being able to have them, to a woman, are two entirely different things. The news had been quietly devastating, even if she knew Chuck doesn't care about whether she could have kids anyway. Her smile fades, and she looks back at him contemplatively, accepting his kiss and returning his softly.
To be able to conceive Percy -- that was a miracle, and that was the most fearful time of her life because what if she lost the baby anyway? What if her body failed the life that was knitting itself together in her womb? He's her little hero, she thinks, and she exhales. ]
...I know. Would you really have been okay with it if I couldn't?
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At his words, though, she hesitates. She's never been one to want kids even before she knew she couldn't -- but not wanting kids and not being able to have them, to a woman, are two entirely different things. The news had been quietly devastating, even if she knew Chuck doesn't care about whether she could have kids anyway. Her smile fades, and she looks back at him contemplatively, accepting his kiss and returning his softly.
To be able to conceive Percy -- that was a miracle, and that was the most fearful time of her life because what if she lost the baby anyway? What if her body failed the life that was knitting itself together in her womb? He's her little hero, she thinks, and she exhales. ]
...I know. Would you really have been okay with it if I couldn't?
[ Would any man really be all right with it? ]