Page 18 of What if It's Us

MARLEE

“Holy fucking shit.” The words fall out of my mouth as my jaw hangs open. I stare at the words on my phone screen. Ignoring any feeling of awkwardness or discomfort, I read his words over and over again in complete disbelief.

Ledger

Whatever you need, I’m in.

Is he…

Did he really say that?

Did he really mean…

Does he even know what he just said?

My phone dings as another text pops up in front of me.

Ledger

Marlee? You there?

Fuck.

How long was I staring at my phone?

I could’ve sworn time stopped.

At least it felt like it did.

Me

Yeah. I’m here. Sorry I’m…umm…well, did you mean to answer that way? Or maybe you were talking to someone else?

Ledger

There’s only you, Mar. I said I’m in. I mean, you know, if you want me to be in.

Do I want him to be in?

I nearly snort out loud at his concern. As if I sit here at night coming up with ridiculous limericks about orgasm donation just to amuse myself.

Me

Of course. Yes. Wow. I’m just…I’m speechless. I mean, I’m so fucking grateful but also speechless.

Ledger

So, how does this work exactly?

Me

Making a baby? Did your mom never tell you about how that happens?

Ledger

Oh, are you teasing me now? Maybe me and my overachieving orgasm will just stay home.

“Oh no, we don’t want that,” I mumble as I write back.

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