With my appetite gone, I push away my half-eaten food as well as the centerpiece, making room on the table. Chase furrows his brow as I dig into my purse and pull out the papers I printed up earlier at the library.
I set them in the space between us, facing him and explain. "I used a legal forms database to pull together this contract. It’s a bunch of mumbo jumbo legalese but basically it states that you agree to participate in conceiving a child and will give up any parental rights. I’ve already signed. There’re two copies there. One for me, one for you."
He scans his eyes over the contract and his mouth quirks in—is that amusement? Is he hiding a smile? But his eyes are kind when he looks back up to me, so I dismiss it.