"No, Duncan, I have not." It’s a little white lie, but I can't think about bringing a baby into this situation. He wants us to start trying after the wedding, but I fear bringing another child into our group could be dangerous. I still have my fears and insecurities, but I'm learning.
"Maya, just think about it. We don't have to try right away. Next time, just please tell me the truth."
"What?"
"I can tell when you're lying to me. I love you. I can wait to have children."
"I love you too. I promise I'll think about it. I'm just afraid of us leaving a child behind."
"I'll protect you and any of our kids to my dying breath."
"See, that's what I mean." I laugh at him.
He pulls out of me and we finish showering, washing each other off. We head to the bedroom where we again practice making a baby without trying for one. I'll die for this man and any child we have together, just as I’d die for Ana's baby.
I curl up to him and think about how wonderful my life is and how much I want to give him a child. A son. For the first time in years, I dream of a happy future with a dark-haired little boy running through the fields.