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Chapter 22: Not Too Fond Of Kids

Author: Sand Kastle
last update Last Updated: 2024-12-10 22:02:06

JULIA

My heart sank.

'Don't ruin it for me with a child.'

The words echoed in my mind over and over again.

Come to think of it, Evan wasn't too fond of kids even before. I could vividly remember our conversation then.

"Do you want kids?" I asked as I played with his hair.

He closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. I wasn't sure if it was out of relaxation or because of the question.

"Evan?" I asked since he hadn't responded for a few seconds.

He opened his eyes and stared right back at me. Even if we've been together for so long, I still can't get over the fact of how handsome he was everytime we locked eyes.

"Now?" he asked with a teasing tone.

I clicked my tongue and softly nudged his shoulder. "Not now, of course!" I exclaimed. "We're still living off of our parents' money. How can we raise a child in this economy? Gosh, just thinking about the expenses makes my head hurt."

"I'm talking about the future," I softly added. "Would you want that?"

I pursed my lips. I knew about Evan
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