Verity bit her lip and listened to him, she'd thought the exact same thoughts. She didn't like the idea of her children being in a different year than Theo's... but, well- it wasn't really a good reason to decide to have children, was it? She set the papers down on the small table and moved to the chair he was in, climbing on his lap and curling against his chest.
"I noticed that too... but- well, it's a big desicion, isn't it?" she asked him almost rhetorically.
One of her biggest problems was the difficulty she was having in getting George off of her mind. It was stupid, really. She knew it was just a drunken moment of idiocy, but she didn't want to bring a child into this world in the middle of the war while she was obsessing over her ex...