“She came through it fine, but you owe me big time for that. The experience has left me scarred and traumatized for life.” His torso shook as he laughed, rocking me, and I cuffed him again. “I’m not kidding. If we had a kid, and our kid had to have his tonsils or appendix out, I’d be a basket case.”
He hugged me. “We’d make such a beautiful little boy.” He sighed. “Well, we’ll have all of my cousins’ kids to fuss over, as well as nieces and nephews eventually.”
“We…we could always adopt,” I offered, “and as I mentioned to your dad, there’s in vitro fertilization also.”
“I guess.” He looked thoughtful, but I didn’t want to talk about kids just yet. There was plenty of time before we got serious about children.
“So what’s number two?”
“Hmm?” A mischievous grin curled his lips. “Babe, if you don’t know…”
“Don’t push your luck, Matheson.” I reached down and pinched his ass.
“Hey!”
“You know what I mean.”