Everett
We laid quietly for a while. I stroked her hair and back. She drew little designs on my chest with her fingers. I thought about Ian and Tasha having a baby. I thought about the kind of mom Elle would be like or even if she wanted kids. Did I want kids? I never really thought about being a dad much. But now that I found my mate, I suppose I should.
“Do you want kids?” Elle asked as if she read my mind. I couldn’t suppress my chuckle.
“I was literally just wondering the same thing about you,” I said. She turned her head up so she could see my face. “One day I do, I think? But not right now. My parents had Ian almost immediately after finding each other. They waited a few years before I came along then Ginny. Mom said that dad wanted to stop at two, but she wante
