“You’re going to be an amazing mother, Belle.”
“I’m not so sure about that. I don’t think I’m very maternal.”
“You’re the most loving person I know.”
She smirked. “You mean when I’m not being a brat to you?”
I grinned. “I just have to continue fucking it out of you.”
“You’re so romantic,” she sarcastically remarked. “What kinds of rules do you want for our kids?”
“Our girls can’t date until they’re twenty-five.”
“Tristian!”
“Fine. Eighteen.”
“You’re as bad as my parents.”
“They were trying to keep you away from guys like me.”
“Look how well that turned out.”
I chuckled.
“What about our boys?”
“What about them?”
“Tristian,” she stated in a stern tone.
“What? They’re boys.”
“Oh my God! You are as bad as my parents.”
“I take back my answer about wanting a baby girl first.”
“Oh yeah? Why is that?”
“If she looks anything like you, I’m going to need all the help I can get with keeping guys like me away from her.”
“Nice. So you’re going to have an army of boys for our daughter?”
“It’s for her protection.”
“I’m sure she’s going to love that.”
I grabbed her hands and pulled her to straddle my waist. “You sitting on my lap is always so much better than anywhere else.”
“I don’t think it’s your lap I’m sitting on.”
I smiled. “I like talking about our kids with you.”
“Yeah.” She nodded. “Me too.”
Unable to hold back, I questioned, “Do you think you’re pregnant?”
“It’s too early to tell.”