As she wrapped her arms around him, his hands went to hers and grasped them, fingers curling around hers and holding to them tightly. "Two more. It feels like we've had so many, but I guess since we had Sophie in two different versions, maybe that's why." But Tony worried about them, too, not just because they were his children but they could have inherited Huntington's as well. And he never blamed her for him dying. There was a huge risk in that surgery for any surgeon to perform. It was bound to happen no matter who had cut him open.
He turned around in her arms and wrapped his own around her, hugging her. "I'd have thought you would have been pregnant from the amount of sex we had recently." Sometimes he thought she still walked funny from all of that.