“Ish.”
“I want to make you my wife, Royce. But, beyond our bond, I want to create another one. One that continues our love and our legacies. Someone to inherit my fortune.”
“Baby–”
“Lately I’ve been feeling differently. Feeling like I can’t spend all of this shit while I’m here. And, I can’t take this shit to the grave with me. I want hands to put it in. Hands that resemblemine. And yours. I want to make you a wife, my baby. But, just as much, I want to make you a mother.”
The silent stare was torturous.
“Words, Royce.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yes.”
“That simple?”
“Whatever you want, Ish.”
“But what do you want?”
“To make you happy.”
“My baby, will that make you happy, though?”
“I’ve dreamt of your eyes on my son’s face. Your lips on my daughter. I’ve never considered myself as the motherly type. But, just like you’ve been feeling things– I’ve been feeling things too. I’ve never wanted a child. Yet, I want yours.”
“Yeah?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“How many?”
“One.” She chuckled, scrunching her nose.
“They’ll need someone to play with. You know… so they’re not lonely.”
“You’re pushing it.”
“You had six.”
“You’re right. I couldn’t imagine life as an only child.”
“Two.”
“Two,” she agreed.
“If it happens. No pressure.”
“No pressure.”
“A wife first.”
“A few years of marriage?”
“Agreed.”
