When Jim and I approached this area, he tossed Jen a stuffed pink flamingo that he’d just won at a baseball-throwing game down on the midway. She caught the flamingo, squealing, thanked him, and then ran off, saying she was going to go show Annie.
I looked at Jim, smiling. “You know, I really think you’re going to make an incredible father someday.”
He grinned. “Yeah? Maybe. And I would love to have kids. But I think I’d like to become a husband first.”
I forced myself to smile again, wondering just when exactly he planned on doing that. “Right. Well, I think you’ll make an incredible husband, too.”
We strolled along in silence for a little while, hand-in-hand, but Jim suddenly brought us to a stop between the picnic tables and the Ferris wheel.
“Hey.”
I looked at him, thinking he wa
