"Oh good gracious, of course not. They can be cheerleaders and play football on the side, telling all the boys how much better they are," she said, rolling her eyes. "Really, don't be silly. First girls that play football, then not wanting to do sports or athletics. That's just ... it's another one of those weird LA notions. Good thing that they have me for some common sense."
She smiled. "That's not so simple or Hetty wouldn't have talked about paperwork, and still not knowing what you'd be doing, not that I mind. If, and yes, I know it's a big if, but if we go back home, we'll be okay. You can do your job, and I'll pretend not to know that you could get killed everytime that you go out. I'll just bake a lot."
Her smile softened as she looked at him. "You're going blind with old age." She framed his face and kissed him again. "You are being terribly silly tonight, but since it's your birthday, I'll forget it." She moved and straddled him, except it wasn't quite the same thing with her growing stomach between them. "I knew you'd think they'd be awesome," she said, laughing. "You're very welcome, my dear and crazy husband."