“You asked me if I want kids, and the answer is, that I want anything – everything – you want to give me. I want your mornings and your nights. I want your bickering and your eye rolls. I want your nudges when I’m hugging you too tight at night. I want your groans when I tell you a joke, and your moans when I’m making you feel good.” “And what do I get?” I ask, my voice a hoarse whisper. “You get everything,” he says.”
