"You look beautiful," he replied as she entwined their arms together. "And, yeah, got tired of them," he teased, referring to Pete and Michelle. "Funny, isn't it? Talking about kids?" He had been so close to wanting them in their future. He had been so close to thinking he could be a good father before those aliens invaded NYC.
He gestured around the living room. "Could use your touch, honey."
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