Chris and me were in bed.
"Let's make a baby."
"What do you mean?"
"Seriously."
"Christopher."
"What?"
I chuckled.
"What are you talking about?"
"Why not?"
I lifted my head up off his chest.
"What?"
"Why not?"
"Because we haven't talked about it at all. Ever."
"Okay. Well, let's talk about it."
"Okay."
"You want another kid, don't you?"
"Oh, God, uh... I don't know, I, um... Sure, maybe."
"Me too, and you know. Last one turned out pretty good, so..."
Chris chuckled.
"Last one didn't turn out pretty good. Last one came out and a lot of work went into... Getting her to pretty good."
"You're right."
We sat up.
"You're right. I'm- I'm sorry."
"It's okay."
"Uh, you're- You're right. You're absolutely right. But, um... It's different now. We're adults. We're married. It'd be easier."
"Yeah. I guess. I don't know, I think... I want another kid."
"Okay. Well, we're on the same page. Let's go for it."
"Honey." I told him as we were kissing.
"Yeah."
"Chris. Honey."
I broke the kiss.
"Seriously, seriously, I don't wanna go for it, right now."
"Why not?"
"Why not? We just got married. I mean, Gigi's not even back from France."
"So, you don't want to because of Gigi?"
"No. I mean, it's not because of Gigi."
"Because financially, we're good, we're set. We could have a thousand kids, feed them, send them to Harvard undergrad, Law school."
"No, I know."
"Do you not think we'll work?"
"What?"
"Because if that's what you're thinking, I mean, it's a little late."
"Oh, my God. No. That's not what I'm thinking. That's not what I'm thinking at all."
"What are you thinking?"
"I just... What is this? What is the rush? Why right now?"
He stared at me.
Chris shook his head.
He sighed.
"Chris?"
"Yeah. No, no. It's fine."
"Honey-"
"No, you're right. You know, we should- We should wait. We should. You're right."
Chris turned on his side.