"Whenever it happens." Annie liked this plan of taking out her implant and letting fate (or God or the universe or biology if you wanted to be real boring about it) decide. It was just the right balance of intent (and, per usual, surprising maturity) from the two of them, and not overthinking to the point of making herself anxious. "But after the wedding. And this stupid movie premiere, which is hopefully both the first and last of those."

God, she so did not want to go to that on Friday, now. Between the emotions the weekend had stirred up and wedding-planning, she kind of just wanted to hang out with Diego and just have a little quiet time. Maybe pick out some centerpieces.