Maeve didn't budge. "Whether it spices things up is beside the point. I just want to get pregnant as soon as possible."
Andres hadn't expected her to be this obsessed with having a baby.
"You're still young. We can think about kids in a few years."
Maeve pushed his hand away, serious as a judge. "I've already been to the hospital. I'm fine."
Andres lifted a brow. "So you're implying I'm the one with a problem?"
Maeve didn't even flinch. "We've tried this many times. Nothing's happened. I think you should get checked."
"Maybe all those late nights and skipped meals have finally caught up with your swimmers."
Andres cut her off. "I get a full physical every year. I'm perfectly healthy. And…"
He braced a hand on the chair and caged her in with his arms.
"I eat well. I sleep normally. I don't have that ridiculous problem."
His fingers slid from her cheek down to her lower belly.
"If this starts to show, are you seriously going to waddle into class pregnant?"
"Maybe the baby doesn't want its mom to sacrifice her education, so it's refusing to show up."
Maeve slapped his hand away. "Don't hide behind superstition. If both of us are fine, we wouldn't be waiting this long."
Andres frowned. "You're that eager for a baby?"
Maeve nodded. "If a baby can break The Binding, I want a positive test tomorrow."
Andres: "So you don't want a child. You want an exit."
Maeve looked at him like he'd asked the dumbest question in the world. "What else would I want?"

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