End Game
“Oh, I know. You had me watch that Miracle of Life video with you like we were in a middle-school sex ed class.”
“You never watched the end.”
I shake my head. “I don’t want to see someone give birth until after I have.”
“That might be a good idea,” he laughs. The waitress comes to take our food order. When she leaves, silence falls over the table. I’m trying hard not to think about the fellowship, and I have a feeling Archer is too. But he’s right not to bring it up.
We’re in paradise together with no responsibilities. The week will be over before we know it, and then it’s back to reality.