"What."

Jason says, low and slow, freezing with his cigarette between his lips and his hand mid-air to remove it as he slowly turns to look at you.

It had been a quiet night in the apartment between you two.

There was something perfect to him about the simple life, just his partner, his apartment, cigarettes on the balcony, and coffee in the morning - it was perfect to him.

And yeah, maybe you were infertile, but that didn't mean you were immune to baby fever.

He didn't want to be a dad, he just hoped it was no more than just that.

Baby fever.