Page 116 of Impending Consent

"Skylar said I'd be a good mom."

“Your sister's right, protective, no-nonsense, but secretly soft when it counts."

"I'm not soft.”

"You’re a big ass baby."

"I am not."

"Mmhmm." He covered my hand with his and linked our fingers. "I’ve been thinking about it a lot more lately.”

"You have?"

"Yeah. It’s hard not to, as much as I be in that pussy. It’s not like we’re being careful, which means kids can happen. I wouldn’t mind a daughter with your eyes and that same stubborn ass tilt to her chin when she's determined about something or a son who asks a thousand fucking questions because he's curious about everything like his mom."

"Or you as a sexy basketball dad because you coach our son’s rec team.”

“You really want women lusting after me while I coach our son’s basketball team?”

I frowned. “Wait, no, scratch that.”

He chuckled. "Are we really talking about this?"

"I think we are and I'm not saying I'm ready tomorrow, but I'm getting there and I want to imagine it as a real possibility, not just some abstract future concept."

"No rush, Sail. This isn't the kind of decision we make lightly or rush into."

"But you want kids?"

"With you? Hell yeah but only if and when you're ready. There's no timeline we have to follow."

“What if I'm too much like my own father?"

"You are nothing like him. Never have been, never will be."

"But—"

"Nah fuck that and your father isn’t a terrible person so I’m not saying that. He just made a lot of bad decisions when it cameto you, Teej and Sky, but you’re not him, Sail. You’re already thinking about how to not make the same mistakes. That self-awareness alone makes you different."

"You’re being optimistic?"

"Nah, I’m speaking what I know and I know everything.” He smirked and leaned toward me for a kiss. “You’re just too damn stubborn to accept that."

I playfully shoved him away. "I take it all back. Our kids would definitely inherit your ego."

"Ourkids. I like how that sounds.”

"Me too but for now let's just say it's on the table. A real possibility, not just a maybe someday conversation."

"I’m good with that."

"Also, Skylynn informed me that the backyard is in desperate need of a treehouse. Apparently it's unacceptable that we don't have one already."

He chuckled and nodded. "I could build on?—"

I interrupted, shaking my head. "You’re about to go overboard with this.”

"I’m not. It can be simple.”

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