She pouted. “You’re not supposed to guess.”
He stifled a chuckle. “Sorry. I meant, are you demonstrating how to put together a baby cot?”
Her nose wrinkled. “I don’t really want to do that just yet.”
He glanced around the room. Did it need painting? “We probably do need to think about doing that soon, though.”
“The baby is not supposed to come for three more months,” she protested.
He loved that they were now talkingwhen, notif. “Three months will fly by. What else do we need?”
She gave him a list of baby essentials, including strollers and car seats and all manner of things.
A tiny baby needed that much? Huh. “I’m sure we’ll be given some. I know my parents want to buy a baby car seat.”
“They do?”
“Mom mentioned it last week.”
“I didn’t know.”
Oh. “Maybe that was supposed to be a surprise.”
“I can act surprised.”
So could he. “So.” He rubbed his hands together. “When does the cot putting-together begin?”
“Well, I know this will shock you, but I wasn’t actually going to do that.”
“No way. You weren’t?” He glanced around, frowned. Was this space going to be big enough for her studio, and that much baby paraphernalia? Especially if this baby had some special needs?
“What are you thinking?” she asked.
“Look, don’t get excited, but if—when—I retire, where would you like to raise our family?”
“Ourfamily?” She smiled. “You sound like you’re planning more than one.”
“I’d have a whole hockey team if I could, but I’m not the one who has to carry them for nine months.”
She grimaced. “Men have no idea how lucky they are.”
Oh, he had some idea. “So, where would you want to live if you could live anywhere at all?”
“You mean that wasn’t a rhetorical question?” She peered at him. “If not, then really, do you have to ask?”
That meant Sydney, then. Just the thought of moving countries and all that would entail was liable to melt his brain. Although, come to think of it, that’s exactly what she’d done… But there was time to think about that.
“Hey maybe once the baby is born, and as soon as you’re well enough, we’ll go visit.”
“Really? You’d be willing to travel for all those hours with a screaming newborn?”
He smiled. “Ourscreaming newborn.”
“Ours.” Her face held awe. “Do you wonder if it’s a boy or a girl?”
“All the time,” he said promptly.
She laughed. “Then why don’t you want to know?”
