"Oh." The possibility of pregnancy was something they ought to have discussed prior to tonight, or even before having the gin and kissing their way up the stairs. But, Rosalie had believed the answer was rather obvious in that pregnancy wasn't at all a concern of hers. If it did happen, she would take care of it. They were both well trained in potions, him likely moreso than her. And since marriage was something they'd both made their opinions clear on, aborting any possible pregnancy was the only conclusion.

She sat back on his lap and removed her arms from around his neck. The distance was helpful in creating some clarity through the blind desire. "I ... there are methods of aborting a pregnancy if it became an issue." She explained carefully, hoping she was stating the obvious and not touching on a moral issue of his. "I don't think I'm fit to be a mother at this point in my life."

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