“Not really. I’d wait until they were at least ten.”
“You’ve already got Alison and I married off and having kids in your mind?”
“Married? I don’t know. I mean, she’s an artistic type. I don’t know how she feels about marriage. I didn’t want to impose fantasy future-her with my fantasy traditional values, but, yeah. I figure you guys are in it for the long haul.”
“That’s crazy, man. We’ve been on three dates.”
“One of which was so hot it ended in literal fire,” Gavin interjected in his typically deadpan delivery.
Troy grinned. He had to admit, he’d thought about it himself. He couldn’t help it. He looked at Alison and saw forever. He saw them taking sunset strolls on the beach, cooking dinner, and binge-watching shows while a fire crackled in the fireplace.
He saw kids and marriage and the whole thing. He’d only made the “that’s crazy” remark to Donovan because that’s what it felt like he was supposed to say in a situation like this. In his mind, it wasn’t crazy. It was right. It was one hundred percent, beyond a shadow of a doubt, right.