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I Can’t Stop Thinking About You
It’s time we have our roles reversed, don’t you think?
“Are you sure?” Justin asks me as we lay back on his bed. We’ve been sitting here chatting for a few hours, shadows chasing away the daylight as the sun begins to set outside his bedroom window. He runs a hand down my form until his hand settles on my stomach. I can feel the heat emanating from him as if all he wants to do is envelop me in his embrace. “Because we can wait. I’m in no hurry.”
“There’s only one thing I’m worried about,” I say, nervous, as my eyes still trace the ceiling.
“What is it?” he whispers.
“I don’t want to get pregnant,” I admit.
He nods. “I know. There are too many kids out there already. We don’t need to add to the mix. But — ” He seems to hesitate before he pushes on, “Someday I want a child with you. Someone we can nurture, someone we can help. When the world’s better off, I want to raise a kid with you. You — you’d be a fantastic mother.”
I look at him and see the sincerity in his eyes. He almost looks like he wants to cry. I end up cradling his face in my hands until he closes his eyes and the tears fall.
“You’d be a great dad too,” I whisper, and he opens his eyes and smiles at me.
