You can't make it without me.

“You can’t make it without me”, I half laughed, half yelled at him. He seemed taken aback by how disturbed I was, bewilderment was clear on my face.

“This is crazy, you won’t even consider it?” he questioned.

“Hell no, that’s like me asking you to shit a watermelon,” I said with frustration “And I would never ask you to that.”

I stormed out of the living room and headed down the hall. I cannot believe he would ask me that. Seconds later I feel a hand on my wrist yanking me to face him.

“This is the next step for us,” he tried to reason. “Don’t you love me?” He question with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

“Do I love you?” I paused for dramatic effect “do you love me?” I yelled, “ I don’t think you know what you’re asking.”

“I do know what I’m asking, and I wish you would just hear me out.” He said.

I nodded signaling that he should continue, and so he did.

“This could be a good thing for us, it will strengthen our relationship and take it to the next level, I want to take this step with you.” He said with pleading eyes.

I could almost feel myself getting ready to cave. I hated to see him like this.

“I just don’t understand why we need to have a baby, to take our relationship to the next level.” I mumbled.