Good Time(67)

“I was thinking it might be time to try because you’re very elderly.”

I side-eye her.

“So we should probably start having kids.”

“That’s up to you, Payton. Whenever you’re ready.” I’m ready, elderliness aside.

“We’ll want them all out of college by the time you retire,” Payton continues. “And you know at least one of them will be that kid who’s on the six-year plan. And another will want to go to graduate school or become a lawyer. That’ll probably be Annabel, she’ll be a lawyer just like her daddy.”

“How considerate of you to think all this through.” I pull her close to me and she yelps, not expecting it. Then I kiss her. I’d fuck her over the back of our new sofa, but there’s a baby here. The restraint’s good practice, I tell myself, because I don’t think we’re going to have long in this house, just the two of us.

It’s fine. I had the builder soundproof the master bedroom. It’s not that we’re especially kinky but a family home means a couple of decades of living with people who never want to hear us have sex.

Which reminds me.

“How does the A or B game work when one’s a girl name and one’s a boy name? You get your pick either way.”

“Uh, I don’t see how that’s true.”

I can’t wait for her to explain this to me. I fight a smile and bury my face in her neck, breathing her in before I ask, “How’s that?”

“You get to decide which sperm you impregnate me with, so it’s really your choice.”

“Well played, Mrs Rossi.” I laugh now because I love bantering with her. “We’ll start practicing as soon as the sample goes home.”

“Good idea,” my wife agrees with an eager nod and a sneaky grab at my ass.

“Option A, you tied to our new headboard with the convenient iron rails? Or option B, you on top riding cowgirl?”

“C, both,” she answers and this time she smacks my ass before she walks over to pick up the baby.

I’m not sure how I got so lucky. If it was fate or synchronicity or kismet or coincidence, but I’m thankful all the same. Because every day with Payton is the best day of my life.