"Not for another...like...thirty some-odd years," Oliver explained, then thought, then shook his head as if deciding something, only to keep the motion going a little longer as he continued to speak, his cheek rubbing nicely against the pillow. "I might get him sooner than that, so maybe he'll get named somethin' else. Don't think you'll be divorced yet, but I think you should probably just not do any'a that anyway. It's just gonna be drama, 'cept all the travel and the orgies, but we can do that too if you want." Well, the travel. Maybe not the orgies unless Edwin had a real hankering for twinkies.
He inhaled, then exhaled a sigh, smelling chocolate and Edwin and markers. And pot. Mostly pot. "Don't know what's gonna happen with the kids though."