There was no way we could base us on our addictions. Not now. I had to let him say the words and I had to say them back, because they’re the truth, the reality, and we’ll need to hold on to them if we’re going to take our whirlwind relationship and make it into something stable enough for a child.
If he even wanted to stay.
I covered my mouth with my hand. What if it isn’t what he wants? After all, we’re not the ones who should be having a family. We’re nowhere near close to a forever kind of commitment.
Well, we weren’t. A baby was about as forever as it gets. You won’t get anything more binding than that.
And really… What do I know about Ivan aside from the menial things I’d asked in a fit of hazed addiction? We’ve never spoken about his life in London. I knew nothing about the guy. Not really.
I pulled m