Chapter 62. His Request

Turning the shower on, I step into it. Today should be a good day.

I feel him step in with me, his hand washing across my body as I lean my back against him. I relax into his touch as his hands move across my body slowly, and teasingly. His hands rub along my arms, slowly rubbing the shower gel into me. He stops at the top of my arm, and I feel it.

"It's my implant." I explain, knowing he is wondering what it is.

"I know what it is." He sighs slightly. "I want it removed." he states, and I turn, to stare at him.

"That would end in pregnancy."I explain, trying to make him understand the whole point of the implant.

"And what is the problem with that?" He says it so calmly and relaxed that I laugh, shocked and unsure what the fuck to say. "Look, to me, I love you. I would rather just let it happen than try to prevent it. That is, if you want kids?" He looks at me, waiting.

I didn't think about it. I haven't thought about it. Do