The evening had been fun but it was dragging on. The party wasn't over when we left for the night but Deontae was getting tired. He wanted to make sure that I had a nice time and in the limousine we shared a bottle of champagne.
"I want a baby," I said.
"Girl, what are you talking about," he said.
"Get me pregnant tonight."
"No way."
I felt like he stabbed me in the heart. This was all I had been thinking about lately. It didn't matter because he would see things my way and I wasn't ready to give up that easily.
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