“Uh-oh.”
He reassured her.
“I mean, my cum is in you, and I guess we should face the reality of it all. We could have just made an us. I’m curious.”
She wasn’t sure where he was going with it, but she hoped it wasn’t over between them.
“About?” she asked, hesitantly.
Finn went there.
Oh, and boy did he ever surprise her.
“How many kids would you want?” he asked. “Since, again, we might have just made one.”
Oh, was that it?
She relaxed.
“I’m an only child, so I don’t know. Twelve?” she joked.
When he didn’t laugh, she looked over.
“What?” she asked, afraid she’d upset him. She’d only been kidding.
“We can’t stay in my home then. It’s a two-bedroom cottage. I have to find us a house.”
That amused her.
And chilled her right out.
“I was kidding. That’s a hella lot of kids. My uterus hurts thinking about it. I think two children are a good number. Three is fine. I’m young still.”
He asked.
Because he didn’t know.
“How old are you?” he inquired, realizing they were doing this whole relationship backward.
And he liked it.
It was like an adventure where he got the prize first, and learned everything about her after the fact.
“Thirty.”
He grinned.
“Oh, I caught me a younger lass,” he said, winking. “I’m halfway to forty.”
She didn’t miss a beat.
“Well, thank God you still can move your hips like that, old man.”
He laughed.
His lass amused him to no end.
When he picked a pretty flower that was blooming, he tucked it into her hair.