I watched him carefully, bracing for anger or some kind of emotional blackmail.
"Cece," he said at last, his voice low and steady, tinged with sadness,"A child is a life. If you truly don't want this one, I won't stop you. I'd be heartbroken, but I'll respect your choice."
His hand stayed on my stomach, warm and gentle.
"But since I'm the father, can I put something on the table?"
He'd caught what I meant when I said 'best option'. He knew I hadn't ruled out everything else.
I didn't answer.
"You can set the terms," Sebastian continued.
"If you give the baby a chance, I'll go with whatever you decide."
"Whatever I want?" I asked, skeptical.
"Yeah. Anything," he said, like it was no big deal.
I nearly snorted. You don't throw an open offer at a woman who's still deciding if you're
