“That’s not what I came here to do.”
“Oh.” She looks surprised. “Okay then.”
“I’m here to tell you that we’ll do things your way.” Those words feel like acid coming off my tongue but I force myself to say them anyway. “I’m going to support your decision.”
Her face brightens with a smile. “Really?”
“Really. But—” The smile drops off her face immediately. “—only on one condition.”
She stares at me blankly for a moment. “E-excuse me?”
“I want you to marry me,” I repeat. “That’s the condition of my agreeing with your ridiculous and reckless decision to continue with this pregnancy.”
Her jaw drops. “Did you just propose to me?” She looks down at her hospital robe as though she should be wearing something else. “Here? Now? Like this?”
“When better? Where better?” I cross the last distanc
