“You know you have a type. Always blonde hair, blue eyes.”
I lifted a piece of her hair. “Where do you think that stems from?”
She smiled. “You always know the right things to say.”
“It’s called honesty.”
“Okay, Mr. Honesty, how many kids do you want?”
I jerked back, surprised by her question.
“I mean, I should know what you anticipate from me.”
I didn’t hesitate in responding, “I want four.”
“Four?” Her eyes widened.
“I’m the only child. I’d love to have a big family with you.”
“I see that.”
“How many do you want?”
She shrugged. “I’ve never really thought about it. Let’s see how it goes with one baby, and we can go from there, okay?” She swallowed hard, licking her lips. “Do you want a boy or a girl?”
“I’d like a baby girl who looks exactly like you.”
She blushed.
“How many girls and boys do you want?”
“Two of each.”
“I like that dynamic.”
Unable to hold back, I questioned, “Do you want to be pregnant?”
“I don’t have a choice. It’s in the contract.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
She inhaled a deep breath. “At first I wasn’t happy with the idea.”
“And now?”
“I keep finding myself envisioning a life with you.”
“What kind of life?”
“A happy one.”
“You still haven’t answered my question.”
“In the last few days, I’ve caught myself rubbing my belly.”
“Like you are right now?”
She looked down at her hand that was on her stomach.