“Oh, so this is a serious talk.”
“Maybe.”
“Alright, I’ll play your game. I see me trying to do whatever I need to, so that you’re always happy and in love with me.”
“What else?”
“I’m looking forward to seeing you pregnant with my babies.”
“Pregnant women turn you on?”
“You turn me on.”
“You don’t know that. What if I gain fifty pounds?”
“More for me to love on.”
“What if I get stretch marks?”
“I’ll make sure to kiss every last one.”
“Really?”
“It’s all part of you making my babies. I couldn't ask for a better gift than that.”
She smiled. “What if I have cravings at three a.m.?”
“We’ll make sure the chef knows that he works at all hours of the night.”
“What if he’s on vacation?”
“I’ll make you whatever you’d like, but I can’t promise it’s going to taste any good.”
“And if pregnancy doesn’t agree with me?”
“You can’t get any more hormonal than you currently are.”
“What if I do?”
“Then I’ll just have to continue fucking it right out of you.” I grinned.
“What if something is wrong and I have to be on bedrest, and we can’t have sex?”
“Then your mouth is going to get really tired.”
She giggled.
“Are we done playing this game?”
“No. What do you want our children to be like?”
“Kind. Caring. Compassionate. Strong. Understanding. Loving. Everything their mother is.”
She looked up at me through her lashes.
“They’ll never want for anything. I’ll make sure of it.”
When I looked over at her again, her head was hung low, and she was playing with the seam of her dress.