“Well, I wasn’t sure about that either.” Not until he heard the hope in that tone. His greatest concern was that she wasn’t ready to face another pregnancy after the tragedy the last had been. Andrew couldn’t hope to understand what impact it had on her.
He took a moment to soak in those old gestures that had somehow become something rare. The last comment, with its blatant judgment, drew him out of that reverie of his and into a lazy grin. “Well, the only gender-neutral things out there are bright-ass greens and yellows, and supposedly that kind of thing can be over stimulating to a young kid. Though maybe that’s not an issue as a baby, I don’t know… By the time they’re older, I don’t figure we’ll keep them in this room, so their mother doesn’t end up having to explain why she’s such a restless “sleeper”.” If she was going to be shy, he was going to test the waters with teasing her.
“Something calming has its appeal too. Anyway, we’ve got plenty of time to look at pictures until you fall in love with a theme.” Plenty of time, but perhaps not so terribly much as she might have predicted from his earlier talks of enjoying their freedom together. They had that home now, and as much stability as they ever would. He ended up down on one knee, but not for the day’s original intent, reaching instead for that finely-wrought anklet.