Safe With Me | Solangelo AU | Completed | Sequel To Safe In My Arms

Chapter TwentyFour

(About two months later)
A/N: yes, I know that two months is a long time, but I'm not going to write about every single day of their lives.

NPOV:

"Get your coat, we're going out." Will tells me as soon as he walks indoors.
"What? Why?"
"You deserve it." He shrugs. "I mean, we haven't been on a date in a while, so..."
"Okay." I smile and grab my coat, before heading outside with him.

Will drives us to a small restaurant. It's turns out that he already had a reservation.
"When did you plan this?" I ask as we sit down.
"A few weeks ago." He grins. I smile back.

We order our food and spend most of he night talking, joking about and kissing. As we're eating out desserts, I notice that Will seems nervous.

Uh oh. Last time Will was nervous on a date, he crashed the car and ended up in a coma, just before he proposed to me.

"Is there something on your mind?" I ask him gently. He takes a deep breath and nods.
"I... Um... I've been thinking." Will starts nervously. I motion for him to continue and he coughs nervously.

"I think... Maybe we should..." He mumbles something undecipherable.
"Sorry, what?" I frown. Will glances at me nervously.
"Maybe adopt a kid?" He suggests hopefully.

I freeze.

He continues hurriedly. "It's just... Except for Reyna, you're alone all day, and I really like kids and always wanted children, and I bet it would be really amazing and..." He drifts off as he takes in my expression.

Feeling guilty, I look down at my lap, twisting my hands nervously.
"I-I don't really want kids..." I mumble, feeling awful.

There's a long silence. When I glance up at Will, I see that he's looking at his feet. A pang of guilt hits me. "Sorry."
"N-no... It's fine." Will forces a small smile. "I understand. I mean, some people don't want kids, and that's fine..."

"Will..." I don't know what to say. I feel bad, but that doesn't change much. I just don't want kids, for a lot of reasons.

My childhood has pretty rough, so I don't really know how to raise a child well. Also, after I hit Will, I've been worried about hurting others. I'm easily annoyed, and kids can get on my nerves. If I lost my temper, I could end up hurting them...

"I'm sorry, Will." Tears fill my eyes as I avert my gaze. He simply shakes his head.
"It's okay." He isn't as happy, enthusiastic and hopeful as he was only minutes ago, and it's my fault.