"Names," she said, dipping her small hands into the sink; letting the warm water wash them as she stared out the window.
"For what?" He replied, dropping his paper on to the coffee table with a dull thud, his face wrinkling with confusion as he turned to stare at his wife.
"Children," Ginny answered, a wry smile across her freckled face, those warm brown eyes sparkling mischievously.
He faltered, messing up his step a little as he went forward, his arms outstretched to embrace her as he mouthed his surprise.
"You're not," he breathed, a glimmer of hope crossing his expression.
"I am."