“I don’t want you to have regrets.”
“Life is full of regrets,” she countered.
“I don’t want you to ever leave me.”
“I knew it!” she exclaimed. “You need someone young enough to push your wheelchair, wipe the drool from your lips and change your diapers.”
He closed his eyes and shook his head. “If someone has to, I want it to be you stuck doing it.”
She laughed. “Well, if I don’t get to change baby diapers, I might as well change adult ones. Right?”
“That’s the spirit.”
“Well, you know… Iama team player.”
“Cami, I need an answer.”
“Whether I want to break up with you now or later?”
He closed his eyes and sighed. When he opened them again, he said, “Basically, yes. But it wouldn’t be a break up since we aren’t officially a couple yet.”
“Oh, I think that ship has sailed already. When’s the last time we haven’t woken up in the same bed, other than the weekends you get your kids?”
“Does sharing a bed almost every night automatically turn it into a relationship?”
“It’s more than sharing a bed. I’ve never fucked anyone as much as I have fucked you. That has to count for something.”
“For fuck’s sake,” he muttered.
“Well, weweredoing it for the sake of fucking but now—”
“Cami,” he growled.
She pressed her lips together for a few seconds. Once she could keep from giggling, she said, “Fine. But if I tell you I don’t want kids, am I going to be stuck with you forever?”
“Yes.”
“That seems like a long time.”
“That’s the point.”
“The good part about you beingso mucholder is your forever will be shorter than mine. I can shop for a newer model once you’re gone.”
He inhaled deeply, then on the exhale muttered, “I need to rethink this.”
“Give it five minutes. You’ll forget this whole conversation.”
“Someone needs a spanking.”
She grinned. “Is that someone me?”
“It certainly isn’t me.”
“Huh. Your brothers told me you do a lot of spanking when you’re by yourself.”
“Can we get serious here?”
“I guess so.”