"Not particularly. Depends whether we want another me or another you running round." She was at least half joking, though; a child would have its own personality, though it would get some things from its parents.
Parents. Bloody hell.
She nosed into his neck further, smiling at how happy he sounded. "Have I fulfilled your expectation of wifely duties, then? Once you have a fine son, you'll be rid of me?" If he couldn't tell she was teasing, she'd slap him.