“Why do you want a family so badly?” I asked him on Tuesday.
Fisher sighed. I felt a little guilty springing the question on him today. When he’d called me after work, he’d sounded exhausted. Then he’d told me what a b***h of a day it had been which proved he was as tired as I’d thought. I should’ve let him go to get some sleep, but he didn’t seem in any hurry to get off the phone and frankly, I was hungry for more of him.
“Promise not to laugh?”
Why would I ever laugh? “Of course.”
“There’s the usual. I love kids. I love all the tradition that comes with holidays. But the real reason is…I’m terrified of being alone.”
As hard as it was to imagine Fisher scared of anything, I believed him. “Look at how big your family already is, though. You’d always have them.”
“To a degree,” he conc
