“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!”
