#Chapter401
After a long moment, I slide my other hand into his and relax a little when he tangles our fingers together snugly. Believing him, feeling reassured by what he’s told me. Inhaling slowly to self-calm and locking eyes on his to gauge if he is being one hundred percent honest with me.
/"I thought they were reversible, so one day you might decide …/" It’s an unsteady, trembling whisper. I just need to be a hundred percent certain this won’t come back to bite me.
/"Nope. Not a chance. I never want kids. I made that decision a long time ago and even marrying you hasn’t changed my mind on that. I don’t need kids when my family produce babies every few months, there are always kids to borrow and hand back at family lunches. It’s a moot subject and always will be./"