Let the lust talk

"I knew what I was doing," you say quietly, looking into her eyes.

Jessica blinks, her teasing smile faltering for a second into something more surprised. "I told you, I'm fertile. I'm older, but I'm still entirely capable of conceiving."

"Instinctively, I know," you reply smoothly, brushing a blonde strand of hair from her face. "And I know the baby would be beautiful. Just like you."

Jessica lets out a breathless laugh, searching your face for any sign of a joke. Finding none, her expression shifts to one of genuine disbelief and lingering tease. "What if I don't take a morning-after pill, Will? What then? Would you actually take responsibility for your royal bastard? You aren't even married, and you're already going around getting an adult star old enough to be your mother pregnant?"