"What do you think our children would look like?"
"Hm?"
Hershel lifted his head off the back of the sofa and looked down at Claire. She was lying down on the couch, her head resting on his leg, her hair spilling across his lap. She looked up at him expectantly. He blinked drowsily down at her, still trying to process what she had said.
"I said, what do you think our children would look like?" she repeated.
"Oh, um…" Hershel glanced up, his brow creased. He hadn't thought about that before. A warm fuzziness crept through his stomach at the idea of them having children. He looked back down, a smirk on his face. "You're the scientist. You tell me."
Claire gave a feigned scoff and roll of her eyes. "Hershel, you know I'm in quantum physics, not biology." She crossed her arms across her chest and looked towards the ceiling of the flat in thought. "If you were to venture a guess, though, what do you suppose their appearances would be like?"
Layton tapped a finger on his chin and pursed his lips. "Well, a girl would have your eyes and smile." He gave Claire a winsome grin, which made her giggle.
"And a boy would have your nose and fluffy hair." She reached up to push on his nose, making him chuckle. She pulled her arm back and inched closer to Hershel, closing her eyes and smiling warmly.
Once Claire had settled, Layton reached down and gently ran his fingers through her hair, smiling tenderly as he rested his head back once more and closed his eyes.