Page 104 of The Stud

Or nephews.

An unexpected puck-sized uncertainty plummets into the pit of my stomach.

Do I even want kids some day?

Do I have to know that now?

Is there something wrong with not wanting them?

Is there something wrong with not having evenconsideredthe notion prior to this moment?

Shit.

Is this something Tanner and I should’ve talked about?!

I mean…yeah no.

I’m on birth control.

I’veclearlygot a plan in place at the moment to help faceoff againstunplannedpreggers but like in the long run of shit…I don’t know.

And I don’t know how he feels.

And I don’t know if I’m supposed to know either.

Maybe I should make it a random question for this docu?

Be sneaky about getting the info instead of an awkward convo that will undoubtedly ruin whatever wings or crockpot concoction he’s whipped up.

Although, he used the new cookware set I got him for Christmas to make us grilled chicken pesto pasta salad, and I gotta give him the dub.

That shit was probably better than anything we’ve had out of the cauldron – minus his father’s chicken tortilla soup.

It’s embarrassing how much I’ve bragged about that shit.

Joey joyfully pops out of the bathroom the same way she popped into it yet frowns when she spots me and Bear simply waiting for her. “Why aren’t you changing?”

“What?”

“The drivebackinto downtown Dalvegan is gonna be such a bitch that we don’t really have time to waste.”

“Why would I be goingbackinto downtown?”

“For the event.”

“What event?”

“The roped off rooftop one for the team.”

“Yeah, I’m not needed for that.” I struggle to keep my tone from displaying disappointment. “It’s like the one day of the year the Slayers are responsible for all soc’ shit.”

“Right. And as a Slayer – particularly one that’s in town – you should be present,hencewhy I’m here bringing youthatand transporting youthere.”

Panic swiftly pierces my expression. “I’m not-”

“Don’t.” Joey holds up a very firm finger in front of her. “Use your truth words or no words.”

Furrowing my brow mindlessly occurs.

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