Ada can’t help but notice how frequently her wife has been dropping hints recently. It’s always the small things. Like how she’ll casually make a comment about a friend’s baby pictures, or how she’ll fawn over children they see at restaurants, or pick up onesies at the store, gushing like, oh, Ada, isn’t this the cutest?

They’d agreed on family planning after several years of being together. She knows they had. And at the time, Ada thought she would be ready by now. But she isn’t. And she knows she has to say something, now that her partner is actually looking at clinics. Ada fidgets with her watch as you put the dishes away. She’s not nervous often, so this… this is different. It’s a feeling she isn’t used to.