“You always say that,” she grumbled.
“And I’m nearly always right.”
“I just don’t fancy being trampled to death on a delta by a million mammals, James. I really don’t think it’s any place for a baby, anyway. Can I even travel that far by plane when I’m pregnant?” She scowled at him, then at an email that just popped up on her dashboard.
“She’ll love it. Look, we need to get this little girlie into the adrenaline from an early age. I swear, by the time she’s a teenager, she’ll be so bored of crazy stunts, we won’t have to deal with any pubescent rebellions. She’ll be praying for the rest that is studying for SATs.”
Hannah laughed at his wiggling brows. “You’re insane.”
“You love me for it,” came the boastful reply.
God help her, she did.
“You’re a nut,” she told him, shaking her head at his silly ways. “But you’re right.”
He winked. “I love you too, babe.”
And that, she guessed, was all that mattered.
The End