"I want a boy." Julian declared one sunny afternoon as we sat outside, heads in the grass, staring up at a huge tree whose branches hung over us.
"Okay. But what if we don't have a boy?" I was staring up and not at him.
"Well, I think we should keep trying until we have one." He said it so matter-of-factly that I was afraid to turn my head and look at him. What was he saying, exactly? That we would have many children? That we wouldn't stop until we had his coveted boy?
My heart started beating a little too fast and my stomach flip-flopped.
I said nothing.
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