Narvel's POV
Narvel caught up to her in the parking lot. "Reba..." he grabbed her arm and pulled her to him, holding her tight. "I want you to quit taking birth control. You heard what he said. There's a chance, a tiny chance. Let's take advantage of it. We can still do this." He just wanted her to stop crying, and he would say anything.
"I can't!" She wailed. "I can't give you another baby and you're going to hate me for it forever!"
Narvel gasped. "Honey, I could never hate you. If we have another baby, I'll be overjoyed. If not, I'll be overjoyed to share my life with you and Shelby. Please don't stress over this. You just quit taking your pill and we'll try as hard as we can, and if we don't have a baby it wasn't meant to be. Okay?" He tipped her chin up and kissed her gently.
"Okay." She sniffled and he smiled.
Narvel grinned. They were back home in their bed, and Reba was squirming underneath him in nothing but her underwear. He loved the way she couldn't control herself around him. It didn't matter what she was feeling, she would let him do whatever he pleased with her body. At the moment, "whatever he pleased" meant making his face one with her cleavage.
When they finished making love and he was holding her close to him, waiting on her breathing to calm, he knew everything would be alright. No matter what, everything would be alright. He hoped he could keep that attitude through the holidays.
