I'd Still Say Yes Novels & Stories

“You knew the child might not be yours.” “Yes.” “And still you stayed.” “Yes.”

Can I do this? *********

"Kristine?" "Yeah?" "I'm really glad you said yes." "Me too."

Destiny's gaze sharpens and a line of goosebumps threatens to break off my skin, "Let's say it's a big lie. Would you want to know?" I respond without hesitation, "Yes.”

“Still think you can handle it?” “I'm definitely going to try,” I admit.

“No, I could never. I'm just asking.” “Okay. My answer is no. It will always be no.” “Noted.”

"Would that bother you?" "Yes."

I was grateful. But wait, does this mean it’s a yes?

“Can we.” “No”

he said. “No,” I agreed. “It just means it’s not asking me to prove anything.” There was a pause on the line. Not hesitation recognition. “You don’t need to say yes to stay visible anymore,” he said. I swallowed. “That’s exactly it.” “Do you want to do it?” he asked. “Yes,” I said. “Just not urgently.” “Then that’s your answer,” he said simply. After the call, I went home and cooked dinner slowly. Ate at the table. Let the quiet stay. I opened my laptop after, reread the invitation one last time, and replied with a yes that felt measured, not reactive.