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...