Chapter105: 105

WESTON Is it fucked that I hope she is pregnant? I want her to be mine, but I know trapping her with a pregnancy is the most irrational and fucked-up thing to hope for. I search her eyes, trying to determine if she caught on to the fact that I’m offering. If she told me she wanted to get pregnant right now, I’d do it. “That’s a good idea,” she says. “I’ve been on birth control in the past and it’s worked just fine with me. I’ll, um, call my gynecologist when I get home.” I kiss her again, then swing her legs around so she can rest against my back. I wrap my arm around her, placing my hand against her belly. I feel her relax against me and I close my eyes, imagining what this would feel like… forever. “Can I ask you something personal?” “I don’t think it’s necessary to ask me that after the conversation we just had.” I chuckle and she sits up, turning to look at me. “Your parents have been very nice to me, your mother in particular, but you and your father…” “Yes?” “You don’t seem very