After everything we’ve been through, I thought we could weather any storm.
But this is one thing neither of us ever saw coming.
Jace and Nova have learned to roll with the punches—they’ve had to. The last few years have been bliss-filled and better than they imagined, but they’re ready to take the next step.
The problem?
Life apparently has other plans.
Sometimes you have to fight for what you want, and for Jace and Nova they’ll have to battle this war together or lose it all in the process.
Nova
“Confession: I want to have a baby.”
I stare at Jace, trying to formulate a response, but all I have is, “What the fuck?” I don’t say it out loud. Instead, I blink at him like he’s grown another head.
It isn’t the first time he’s brought this up, so I shouldn’t be shocked.
The first time was months ago, just after our friends Xander and Thea brought home their baby girl, Xael. Jace held her and looked at me saying, “I’d like to place an order for one of these.”
We talked about it some then, agreeing we both wanted to have kids, and that was the last time we talked about it. I dismissed it from my mind, pushing it off into the future as something we’d do one day.
“Like, now?” I finally ask, looking at him across the breakfast table. My plate of scrambled eggs and toast glares up at me, and I suddenly don’t feel like eating.
He shrugs, sipping at his coffee like we talk about having babies on the daily. “Well, yeah.”
“But why?” I ask, trying to get inside his head.
Sometimes, trying to understand Jace is like pulling teeth. He gives me the barest insight into his mind.
“I don’t know,” he mumbles. “I … I feel ready, don’t you?”
“You know everyone is going to think we need to get married first.”
“Fuck what everyone thinks,” he snaps. “Last time I checked, it was you and me in this relationship and no one else. We already agreed we don’t want to get married.”
“I’m … trying to understand you,” I explain. “A baby is a big deal.”
“If you don’t want to have a baby now, just say so.” He doesn’t say it angrily, merely resigned.
I shake my head. “No, that’s not what I’m saying. I’m trying to see why you want to have a baby. Do you really think we’re ready?”
“When is anyone ready to become a parent?” he counters. “It’s a big fucking deal, I know that. I don’t know … It’s hard to explain.” He looks away.
“Try. Please,” I beg.