Melody had known she would live with the regret of taking the potion before sourcing it. It was why she paced for hours through the Paris apartment, and how she lost track of time enough for Ben to catch her. Regardless of what she thought she wanted or feared, it was a baby they made disappear from the universe — their baby.

Wishing now she had been more put together before he came into her room, Melody drew the opened robe closed and folded her arms across her chest. "I do, too," she replied quietly, her tone full of feeling. "Do you ... do you want kids?" The condom prevented that from happening, but they could discuss removing it if that was what he was looking for. Ben might not love her — likely never would, either. Them both loving a baby could be enough, though, couldn't it?