"I think this is the best beer I've ever had, even if it is flat." Morgan took another swig from the aluminum can.
"I'll drink to that," Greg agreed clinking his beer can with hers.
"I can't remember the last time I was so excited to fail a test," she said stretching out on the couch and propping her feet up on the coffee table.
"Tell me about it." Greg leaned back and threw his arm over her shoulder. "That was close. Too close. We have got to be more careful."
Morgan stopped mid sip and placed her drink on the coffee table. "You know, we really should talk about the future and what we want."
"Right now? Why?" He asked.
"Well, last time we drank and didn't discuss our future plans we ended up married, so…" she said sitting up and studying Greg.
"Okay, you have a point. So…"he said matching her gaze, " where do you want to start?"
"Well, since we are on the subject, when do you want to have kids?" she asked.
"I don't know. A couple of years from now,"he answered. Morgan raised her eyebrows. "What?"
"Really? A couple of years? You're not exactly getting any younger, Greg."
"Are you calling me old?" He scoffed.
"Well, you kind of are." He balked at her answer. She could help but laugh at how defensive he was becoming. "Okay, I'll prove it. Raise your hand if you were alive during the Bicentennial?" Greg stared at her. "Before MTV was created? Before Luke knew Vader was his father? Before-"
"You're going to throw Star Wars in my face? Okay, okay. You made your point. I'm an old man. Are you happy?" Greg pouted, moving to the edge of the couch.
"Awww…sweetie, it's okay. I actually think older men are incredibly sexy." Morgan smiled moving closer to him. He looked at her.
"You do, huh?"
"Oh yeah, you know, that dashing and distinguished look is a real turn on. I even like the greying hair." She kissed his cheek.
"My hair is not grey or turning grey. Let's just get back to what we were talking about before." He gently brushed her off. "So what timeline were you thinking?"
"Maybe start trying after a year. That way you won't be changing diapers while you're wearing them yourself. What do you think?"
"Enough of the old man jokes, okay? You know you're not that much younger than me," he said.
"Yes, but if we plan this right, our kid will be in kindergarten by the time I'm your age." Morgan smirked.
"Making you a hot mom, eh?" He started kissing behind her ear. "I'm looking forward to that."
"So you agree?" she asked, closing her eyes as his lips moved down her neck. He stopped looking up at her.
"I don't know. I guess there were things I wanted to do before we had kids," he said.
"Like what?" Morgan asked, interested.
"I don't know. Traveling? A spur of the moment road trip? Maybe a little skinny dipping?" he answered, nudging her shoulder with his.
Morgan grinned as her eyes lit up. "I have an idea." She scrambled off the couch and returned a minute later with a couple of pens and two notepads.
"Okay," she continued, "write down the top twenty things you want to do before we have kids. I'll do the same thing, and then we'll switch and add or veto anything we want. It will be our before baby bucket list. When we finalize the list, we complete it and then, after we do that, we can start trying for a family."
Greg took the notepad. "Okay, I'm game. But no peeking. I don't want you to steal any of the more mature ideas my ancient mind comes up with."
"Deal," Morgan said moving to the opposite end of the couch.
Twenty minutes later, Morgan looked up from where she was writing, laying down her pen. "Done." Greg glanced at her and smirked scribbling down a few more items before Morgan pulled the notepad from his hands. "Time to switch. Let's see what you've got." She dropped her own notepad in his lap.
They both sat silently reading the other's list.
"Hey I think I could get on board with number 5," Greg smiled at her.
"Yeah, well, you can forget number 12 and…oh, number 17. Absolutely no way on number 17," Morgan said striking through the list.
"Prude," Greg remarked. "Well, don't count on number 9. It's not really my thing. But if you put number 12 back on the table, I might consider it."
"Fine," she reluctantly bargained. "But I'm holding my ground on 17. And really Greg, number 6. Winning the lottery? These are suppose to be things we can actually accomplish." Her phone buzzed, causing her to groan. "Time for work. I really don't want to go. Who knows who all Hodges had gossiped to by now?"
"So don't. Play hookey. I won't tell. In fact, if you do then maybe we can work on crossing number 15 off your list," he offered.
"Well, your charm is hard to resist. How can I say no? But let's grab something to eat first. I feel like breakfast. Hey, maybe we can use your senior citizen discount," she said, grabbing her phone and racing out of the room before Greg could catch her.
"You'll pay for that. I'm adding 17 back to the list."