“I mean, were they good, filthy dreams?” she asked.
He snorted.
“Pretty good. Not my best work.”
She was to the point.
“Kane-y-kins, you can retire and be safe. Our kids could have STEM classes, and summer tutors. They could have all the things we can’t afford right now. All I have to do is take a job I loved in the first place, and talk you into staying at home.”
He was to the point.
“I’d have to bail on Quinn.”
She stared at him.
“I know. That’s why I told Chris I’d speak to you, and you get to make the final decision. I’m in either way.”
He stared into her eyes.
“You miss them, huh?” he asked.
She nodded.
“I miss using my brain. Don’t get me wrong. I love my job here, but it’s not the same. Elizabeth gets the fun cases. She gets the body parts cooked over a spit, and the crazies who make skin suits to kill more people.”
He looked horrified.
“What? They’re fun cases. I didn’t say I wished they’d kill more people.”
Kane laughed.
“I mean, I’d love to have some time with our kids.”
She was to the point.
“I’d like another child,” she admitted. “I’m almost to the end of my reproductive years. We have a small window, but if we stay here, me being off on maternity leave is a risk financially. If you’re home, you can take care of a baby.”
She had a point.
“I say we flip for it,” he said.
OOF.
Chrissy didn’t like those odds.
But she said he could choose.
“Okay, Kane.”
He called it.
“Heads we go. Tails we don’t stay here.”
It took her a second.
Then, it hit her.
“Wait. That’s us going either way. Are you saying we can go, Kane?” she asked.
