I tell myself to forget it and climb into the car.
“So, um… got any kids?”
Mia’s question catches me off-guard.
“Kids,” she repeats, like she thinks I didn’t hear her the first time. Her cheeks, even in the darkness of the car, are red likesummer cherries. “I was asking if you’ve got them. You met mine, but I realized I never asked you if…” She trails off, faceburning, eyes downcast.
Fucking hell. Of all the topics of conversation, this is the one Mia had to choose for tonight’s awkward car ride. I’d muchrather she be silent.
“No,” I answer shortly. “I don’t.”
Mia nods. Her hands are twisting the fabric of her skirt, betraying how nervous she feels. “And do you… want them?” sheventures. “Kids, I mean?”
Kids? Don’t make me f*****g laugh
