He let Jack undress and sit down on the bed, then carefully settled next to him.
“Jack?” he asked quietly.
Jack’s pupils focused at last. He turned his head. The shock in his eyes almost broke Callum’s heart.
“Look, sweetie,” he began, as much as it pained him to say this. “There are ways. We don’t have to do this. You’re not ready, and even if I…” His voice trailed off then. If Jack didn’t want a child, he was not putting pressure on by implying that he was more than partial to the idea. He had always wanted to have a family. But he loved Jack more than any romantic fantasies; if Jack didn’t want this, then that was how it was going to be, and Callum was going to be fine with it.
A frown appeared on Jack’s forehead. His angel frown of justified outrage. It didn’t make Callum feel more comfortable.
“You’re not talking about abortion?” he clarified, his voice so much steadier than just a couple of minutes before.