Adrian knew better than anyone that trying to control everything only ended up with it getting out of hand. He'd spent so long trying to mold himself to the world around him that it had taken him far too long to learn that it was impossible to live up to every perfect ideal out there. It was why he had learned to manipulate situations to fit his own needs. It worked well in business and even though he may not have lived up to his Father's expectations, the older Pucey had at least been able to see the useful potential in that particular skill. It was ironic, really, that in embracing the fact that he could not be the ideal he had gained at least a little respect from the old man. More importantly, doing so left him with a less rigid concept of what was expected of him.
Yes, he was suppose to marry prior to procreating, but that was hardly going to stop him from continuing forward. Nor was he going to shrink away from the new responsibilities they now had. It simply wasn't in him to do so, even if he wanted to. "For my sanity, I am hoping for boys," he chuckled, not even wanting to think about having to deal with two teenage girls that, with his luck, would look just like their rather attractive Mother. It was just grey hair waiting to happen.
He snorted, brushing a light kiss to her forehead at her fear. "I think there are other responsibilities that worry me more," he responded, amused. "If we pick terrible names, I'm sure Lexi and the others will happily tell us all about it. Marcus might even make up some stupid song about it."
He was relieved that the conversation had turned to something lighter, but his thoughts drifted to the pocket of his jacket. There was something he'd been meaning to talk to her about for days and he'd just kept putting it off. He couldn't keep doing that forever. "There's something I want to talk to you about, but I want to promise you'll hear me out before you say anything."