“Ten,” he grins after he kisses you.
“I thought you said you didn’t like little kids.”
“Yeah, but our little kids are different.” He mutters, stroking your hair.
“Ten kids is a lot, I’ll be so fat.” You laugh.
“You could never be fat.” He says seriously. “You’re almost to skinny now.” He looks you up and down. “But you’re perfect.” He smiles.
“How about six?” You ask.
“Nine.”
“Seven.”
“Fine seven,” he says, rolling his eyes. “Just so you know, I come from a family of twins… So we’ll probably have lots of twins… So our 7 will turn into 14.” He laughs.
“I cannot have 14 children,” you say laughing. You kiss him on the cheek.
Two-Bit walks in. “Well if you’re going to have 14 children, better start now, because you can’t be having kids when your like 50 that’s just nasty.” He laughs.
“Out!” Dally says.
“But y’all are so cute to watch!”
“Out!”
“I thought you said you didn’t like little kids.”
“Yeah, but our little kids are different.” He mutters, stroking your hair.
“Ten kids is a lot, I’ll be so fat.” You laugh.
“You could never be fat.” He says seriously. “You’re almost to skinny now.” He looks you up and down. “But you’re perfect.” He smiles.
“How about six?” You ask.
“Nine.”
“Seven.”
“Fine seven,” he says, rolling his eyes. “Just so you know, I come from a family of twins… So we’ll probably have lots of twins… So our 7 will turn into 14.” He laughs.
“I cannot have 14 children,” you say laughing. You kiss him on the cheek.
Two-Bit walks in. “Well if you’re going to have 14 children, better start now, because you can’t be having kids when your like 50 that’s just nasty.” He laughs.
“Out!” Dally says.
“But y’all are so cute to watch!”
“Out!”
Steve sprints from the couch, to the bathroom, tripping over his own feet.
“What?!? What happened? What did I do? Better yet, what didn’t I do?” He asks quickly, voice full of concern.
“Look,” you groan. “My baby bump is starting to show.” You lift up your shirt to show the subtle curve to your stomach.
“Oh,” Steve says softly, leaning against the door frame, smile on his face.
“Why are you smiling?”
“Because it’s all really happening.” He mutters. “And it looks great on you.” He grins.