"So, what are you going to call it?" Stephen asked, suddenly and quickly corrected himself at the look Pearl gave him. "That is if there even is an it or him or her."
The curly-haired boy cringed a sup from his lemonade to avoid saying anytging else.
The redhead smiled at his attempt at conversation as she folded the page of the magazine she was reading and set it down on thw picnic blanket.
"You know, I've never really thought about what I would name my children despite how much I've wanted children," she confessed with a small smile, her hand idly playing with the bow tied around the waist of her dress.
He looked away, a sad look flashing over gis features then turned back to her with a weak smile. "Even though you're a bit of a dumby, I think you'd be a really good mum," he confesse
