SEVENTEEN
Picturing their life together was easy, if she only took them into consideration. But they had the kids to think about too. They’d have to keep their distance whenever the little ones were around. Poppy didn’t have a problem with him taking his time. Eventually, maybe he’d introduce his offspring to her.
Poppy steeled herself. “Can I ask you something?”
“Mm.”
From the distance of his response, she’d guess he was maybe drifting toward sleep himself.
Swallowing her trepidation, Poppy knew they’d have to broach the subject at some point. “How old is the baby?”
There was a pause. A long pause. “Two,” he responded, definitely awake.
“Two,” she repeated, wondering what it would be like to be responsible for a toddler. “Boy or girl?”
He shifted, loosening his embrace. “How do yo
