"But you want to carry my baby," he finished for her, his thumb stroking gentle, hypnotic circles on her skin. "To experience pregnancy, birthing, and nursing all over again. All of it. The whole journey." He actually did understand her because, her first pregnancy was traumatic.
She nodded, feeling exposed and vulnerable under his knowing gaze. The irony wasn't lost on her, here she was, mother to quadruplets and Qing Qing, desperate for something her body had technically already done. But it hadn't been her. Not really. Not this version of her, with her memories, her soul, her desperate longing.
"Fei'er, look at me."
Reluctantly, slowly, she raised her eyes to meet his.
