Well Suited

Ive always been able to separate feelings from chemosignals. A shot of dopamine, a dash of serotonin, and a sprinkle of oxytocinand bamyoure in love. And when egg meets sperm, youre pregnant. I couldnt even be surprised as I stared down at the little blue plus signbecause I knew exactly when and how and with whom it happened. The upside? I dont have to go looking for a suitable mate. Genetically, hes the cream of the crop. His musculature is a study in symmetry and strength; his height, imposing and dominant. He is a man who thrives on control and command, a man who survives on intelligence and resourcefulnessa perfect male specimen. And the whole package is wrapped up in a flawlessly tailored suit. Im having this baby, and he insists were well-suited to have it together. And whats worse? He wants more, in the way of love and marriage. But love isnt real. Its just a product of chemistry. If he changes my mind about that, were both in trouble.