“So, say you had a son who endured what you did,” I began.
Bizarrely, at my opener, his eyes lit with interest and his hands came to my hips.
“Or a daughter who went through what I did. What would you do?” I asked.
“I wouldn’t drive ten hours and disturb my son’s woman at work.”
I didn’t believe him.
“You sure?” I pushed.
“Babe.” He sighed. “I hear you. And it’s sweet, you bein’ nice about this. But what they did is not okay. I’m pissed at them, but I’ll get over it. I’m pissed at Luke for abetting it, but I’ll get over that too. I’ll be over it by dinner so we can have a nice meal. But none of that takes away the fact I gotta have a chat with them, not only about how I expect them to treat you, but how I expect them to respect my choices and understand I got a brain in my head, so I’m not gonna make the same mistake twice.”
I could see why he’d need that, so I nodded.
His fingers flexed on my hips. “Now, you want kids?”
Yikes!
So, apparently, we weren’t going at the speed of light with this relationship.
We were going Star Trek Enterprise warp speed.
I mean, we’d been there for all of three days, and we’d done the meet-the-parents.
Now we were talking kids.
“Yes,” I answered.
“How many?”
“Well, I’d like to see how I feel pregnant before I make a firm choice on that, but if pregnancy doesn’t totally suck, two.”
“Two works.”
That didn’t sound definitive.
“You want more?”
“I have a sister, and I like having a sister. So I’d like a boy and a girl. If that doesn’t happen the first go, I wouldn’t mind trying another time. But if you’re done at two, then we’ll stop at two.”
If you’re done…
Then we’ll stop…
Not “my woman” or “my wife is done.”
Totally warp speed.
“You think Lucia would set me and the boys up with some of those fried things I saw on their table?” Gabe asked.
Okay…
Shoo.
He seemed to be getting over his parents showing and the kid talk was done so…
Onward.
