Regina
“Reggie…”
We were lying together on the bed. It was a thin hand-me-down mattress from Jeff’s grandmother. I could feel the springs poking me in the hip, and it sagged in the middle. Jeff jokingly called it our love nest. His cheek was on my pillow, his face so close to mine that I could feel his breath on my ear. He was drawing circles on my stomach with one hand. His too-long hair was rumpled from sleep, and his face was coarse with yesterday’s stubble.
He smiled, and it made my heart flutter in my chest. He’d always had that effect on me. He could reduce me to a whimpering puddle with just a look.
“Reggie,” There was a strange urgency to his voice. “Reggie, let's have a baby.”
I laughed. Of course, I laughed, because he had to be joking. We were barely more than kid
