Allie nodded slowly, knowing exactly what Noah was talking about. Little things and the big things -- both of which were always her fault. "Babies..." she mused slowly. "That was a big thing with us, too," she told him, wrinkling her nose at using the term "us" to still describe her and Beau.
"He... wanted them. Badly," she continued. "I think he thought if there was babies involved, I'd never leave... and... I think I always knew, somewhere deep down... that it wouldn't last forever..."
Saying the words out-loud surprised Allie. She'd never confessed that she couldn't ever picture herself holding Beau's babies, buying a home to raise their family and growing old with him, watching their grand-kids run around while rocking on the front porch. She tried to picture it -- he was her husband, after all -- but it was almost like one of those ridiculous fantasies, like a freshman girl dreaming of marrying the senior football star. It was unfathomable and almost funny, and you thanked your lucky stars that no one could read your mind and laugh at your inane fantasies.