He swallows. I watch his apple bob. I can feel the jolt in my spine. It doesn’t help that his hands are still on my wrists.
He says, “You called me naughty.”
The warmth in my cheeks spread to my chest. “Well,” I say, trying to hide my nerves. “It’s funny to see you sitting on a time-out because you were being naughty.”
He nods. “That’s what you said.” His eyes are staring straight into mine, and the intensity is enough to make me shiver.
I smile nervously, glancing down. He releases my hands and leans against the counter.
“What else did I say?” I ask, scared to know the answer.
“Aw, you know,” he says.
I look up at him, mortified.
“Just that you want two kids, and something about my brain.”
I press my hands on my cheeks. “No, I did not.” I stare at the ground, thinking about that for a moment. Then my eyes flick up. “No, Blue, don’t mess with me.”
He smiles a real smile. “I’m not making it up.”
“We talked about how many kids we want?”
He nods, amused.
“Well, what did you say?”
“What did I say?” he asks like he wasn’t expecting that.
I nod. When he takes a moment to think, I add, “I don’t remember what you said, so it’s only fair you tell me now that I’m sober.”
He shrugs. “I said two.”
My smile widens. I can tell when he’s bullshitting. “Yeah, right.”
He shakes his head. “No, I, uh, said I don’t know, but after I thought about it, I think two’s a good amount.”
I can’t stop the way my heart beats faster.
Silence falls over us because I start imagining Blue with two kids, or me with two kids. It feels so far away. So much can happen between now and then. I start to wonder who I’ll have kids with. I’ve always imagined that with Blue, but I didn’t think he was the husband-father type of guy in high school. But I always thought that his babies would be adorable.
“I can hear you thinking,” he says.
My eyes find his.No way. There isnoway he knows what I’m thinking.
“Okay,” I challenge. “What am I thinking?”
“About having two kids.”
I laugh. “Yeah.” I raise a brow and grab my can of Diet Coke. “Because we’re talking about it.” I take a big sip.
He continues, “Thinking about what they would look like.”
“Okay,” I say.
He looks at his hands. “I bet they’d have your blue eyes.”
“And yours would too,” I say with a smile.
