Page 212 of The Moment We Know

She liked him saying that, but Paige knew it was only true on a sliding scale—that ultimately the decision to have a baby or not would come down to what she wanted. However, she still needed to know what he wanted. “Would you like to have another child?”

“With you? Yes,” he replied quickly, then took a sip of wine. “But let me say this: I want you, first and foremost, so not having a baby won’t have any impact on our marriage.” He shared with her how Ashley had been pressuring him to have another one, and he’d resisted because he hadn’t been interested. “I told her I was perfectly fine with Jacob being an only child, but only because I didn’t want to have another baby with her. And that was before our relationship went to hell.” He then told her how Evan’s sister, Evelyn, had hammered David with her opinions as to why having another baby with Ashley would be a horrible mistake.

“I think I’d get along really well with Evelyn,” Paige mused.

“I’m sure you would,” he agreed, then set aside his wine glass and leaned forward. “So, what about you? What are your thoughts on having a baby?”

“I think I’d like to try and have another one, but part of me is afraid I’ll miscarry again. Especially since I’m several years older this time around.”

Shaking his head, David told her, “You’re probably in the best shape of your life, physically and mentally. But it probably wouldn’t hurt to get yourself checked out under the hood and see if your eggs are past their expiration date, or whatever—” he broke off to easily duck the crumpled up napkin she tossed at him. “I can also go in for a tune-up to see if my swimmers are still swimming, and if everything looks good, we can decide what to do then. And if we decide to reproduce, we’ll just have to make sure it’s not a girl.”

“Wrong. We’ll make sure it is a girl, because I’m not popping out another clone for you. You already have one, and that’s enough.”

“What makes you think you’d, um, pop out another clone for me?”

Paige shrugged a shoulder. “I just have a feeling that if we had ten boys, every last one of them would look like you. So, no boys.”

“Well, I’m not sure if that was meant to be a compliment—”

“It wasn’t.”

“—but I’m flattered you think my genes are that powerful. And if that’s the case, a girl might look just like me, too.”

He was probably right, damn him. That, and the smirk on his face had her reaching for Jacob’s napkin, which she crumpled up and chucked at David’s head. Again, he ducked out of the way, this time with a chuckle.

After straightening up, he turned serious. There was one more thing he wanted to put out there, and even though Paige looked like she was starting to wilt from the events of the day, he cleared his throat and pushed forward. “So, I didn’t want to say anything in front of Jacob, but I thought we could get married on June fifteenth.”

“Our original wedding date? Really?”

“Yes.”

“You don’t think that would be … unlucky?”

“No, I don’t think it would be unlucky. It was the happiest day of my life.”

She picked up her phone to check the date, only to frown. “It’s on a Wednesday.”

“I don’t care. It’s the date, not the day, that’s important.”

“Even if we wanted to go with that date, it’s only three months away. That’s not enough time to get a church—”

“Actually, I’ve already got one booked.”

“No thanks. An Elvis chapel in Vegas doesn’t count.”

“I booked the church we got married in the first time.”

“What? How did you do that? You have to book a church months in advance—”

“I did book it months in advance.”

She tilted her head. “When did you book it?”

“October.”

“Jesus Christ.” Paige blinked at him. He’d booked the church five months ago, before they’d become a real thing and they were just fucking around, which made it even more crazy. “Are you kidding?”

He shrugged. “I figured I could just cancel it … if necessary. Luckily, that won’t be necessary.”

---