He just shrugged. He didn't understand children. Never would, he thought.

He didn't mind it one bit that she was putting her touch to the interior design of his, now their house. She lived there too, after all. As long as she didn't decide to cover the place in pink and flowers, he didn't mind. In fact, he liked the little details she brought.

After dinner, when they were washing up, he caught her glancing at him. He knew that ´look. She was thinking abut something. And, with the events of the day, he could guess. "You're thinking about kids again, aren't you?"