“Then we’d better steer clear of that.”
“What about Silas?”
“Silas,” she repeated, smiling happily. “I like it.”
“Yeah? Not too old-fashioned?”
“Not at all.”
“Of course, if we were really lucky, we’d have one of both, that way we wouldn’t have to choose.”
She sat up and glared playfully at me. “Don’t tempt fate. Let’s just stick with one kid at a time.”
“Yeah? And how many do you want?”
“How about we start with one and see if we can manage to keep the kid alive?”
She was so pessimistic. “Sure, we can do that. But don’t think I won’t try to convince you every day that we need more.”
Groaning, she buried her head against my chest. “Where are we gonna go? We have no house.”
“We could always stay with my parents,” I suggested, “or your family.”
“Neither of those sounds appealing.”
“Then we could camp outside. Although I have to warn you, it gets cold in Montana.”
“I’m aware,” she murmured. “And as much as I love camping, I don’t think I want to try it leading into winter.”
“I suppose we could just stay in motels until the house is built.”
“Doesn’t that seem like such a waste of money?”
“Maybe, but it beats staying with my parents.”
Sighing heavily, she sat up, brushing the hair out of her face. “I hate to tell you this, but our honeymoon sucks.”
“Well, in all fairness, I didn’t plan it.”
“I know. None of this was planned. I mean, not by us. I’m pretty sure the whole town and our families forced us to get married last weekend.”
“But it’ll be okay. We’ll be fine.”
At her frown, I sat up, suddenly worried that she was a little too concerned about all this. “Right?”
“Of course. I’m just…wondering, if it’s like this now, what’s it going to be like when we have the baby? Are random people from town going to show up at all hours to see the baby? Are our families going to insist on staying with us?”
“Do you want that?” I asked curiously.
Her gaze shot to mine. “Do I want our parents to stay with us? Not even a little. Call me crazy, but if mothers could do this for the past couple of thousand years, I’m sure I can pull it off as well.”
“You’ll do fine. You’ll be a great mother.”
When she didn’t say anything, I egged her on. “And me?”
“Oh, you’ll be a great mother, too.”
“Ha ha,” I droned. “Thanks for the vote of confidence.”
