One of his hands held hers close to his chest, and the other he rested on the base of her back.
“I was wondering what you had planned for the next fifty years?”
“Not a whole lot. Meet a nice man, settle down, maybe have a couple of kids. What about you? What do you have planned?”
“I want you in my life, Raven, always.”
“That’s already happening.”
“I want six kids,” he said.
She snorted. “Six?”
“Yeah. My folks struggled to have kids, and then late in their age they had me. I knew they loved me, but they just wanted a few more kids.”
“Six kids it is, then. My mom had complications after me, and Dad didn’t want to risk it. He loved her more than an army full of brats. He was happy with me.” She smiled at him. “I’m lovely.”
He chuckled at her teasing.
“You are lovely, and all mine.”
“What else would you like?”
“I’d like a couple of dogs, and cats. I’m not fond of cats, but I’ll have a couple because they help keep the mice away. I love my house, and I wouldn’t want to move.”
“Don’t worry, Drew, I love your house as well. It needs a woman’s touch, of course it does, but I can work with that.”
She liked this.
They were planning their future together, or at least it felt like they were.
“So, six kids, dogs, cats, and the two of us together.”
“How does that sound?” he asked.
“Perfect to me. It sounds absolutely perfect.”