Kat laughed a little, thinking back to their high school days and detention. She wanted to think that he was right, that she would have found a way out of the life she had been born in to, but something in her planted seeds of doubt. "I think I would have made a total shit house wife. You probably would have come home to half the house burned down every other day," she smirked at that, knowing she was far from being Betty Crocker.
Her smile faded when he brought up kids and her gaze drifted away from him. Kat had spent her fair deal of time beating herself up mentally for their past miscarriages and issues getting pregnant. It was a wound that always seemed to scab over but never fully heal. In her mind, Tyler deserved the husband of the century award for putting up with her highs and lows, especially when it came to fertility issues.
"I know," she echoed. "I do too. But sometimes ... sometimes I wonder if not having those two point five kids is our messed up version of... penance or ..whatever, for the shit we've done. Or maybe the trade off to kids was having these powers. I don't know." Kat had started to ramble and stopped herself, sighing and curling up on Tyler. Her mind had walked down that twisted path too many times to count.