Fifty Five

I hold my breath staring at the man that has pulled me to his chest, like I am a child who needs comforting.

Is it selfish that I want more?

What did he mean by that? What is more that he wants?

Is it me?

"What are you doing?" I ask, looking up at him?

"What does it look like I'm doing?" He winks.

"Trying to squash me" I disengaged our hug, cuddle. Whatever that was.

He laughs, "Right."

"I'm tired" I yawn.

"Same here, let's just head home, get some good sleep and talk about our baby later," He nods.

"Again with the baby" I snap.

He laughs "We have the future. We should make plans for the future, and being a contracted wife or not, little Liam male or female, must look like you."

I roll my eyes .

"Get a surrogate mother, I can offer my eggs, that's the least I can do" I shrug.

"I want the baby out from you" Liam scoffs.

I smack his thighs, playfully. "Get a grip."

He laughs.

"I am not a toy. Women are not" I shake my head.

"I know, that is why men are lucky to have fem