"What about kids?" Alec asked.
"Definitely not twelve."
"What if we started with one? If we don't break it in a year or two, maybe we try for another one."
"What if I'm a sucky mom?"
"What if I'm a terrific dad?"
"I could do the cooking while you do the nurturing."
"Deal." Alec held out a hand, and I shook it.
I can't believe I just agreed to have Alec's baby.
"But no pressure, okay? When it's time, it will happen or not. No in-vitro. No procreation on a schedule or guilt trips if it doesn't happen. If we can't enjoy the process, then it's not worth it, you know?"
"They did that to you?"
I nodded. "Every month."
"Never with us. We set the rules together, and when the rules don't work for either of us, we revise them together."
I could do this with Alec. I could start all over, marry a good man, and live a normal life that meets both of our needs.
"One bank account or two?" I asked.