Page 82 of Score Her Heart

I sighed. “The next day. Fuck, I’m gonna miss you so much.”

She laughed. “It’s just a couple days. You were right, it’s really hard you being away all the time, but I think I can manage it. It does force me to focus all my efforts on writing when you’re gone, so when you get back, I’m all yours.”

“Well, since we’re not making the playoffs, once the season is over, we should go on our honeymoon.”

She poked me square in the chest. “Okay, yeah, let’s plan something. Where should we go?”

“You pick.”

She rolled her eyes. “I want to go to Iceland, but that was where I was supposed to go with him. We should go somewhere else.”

“I always wanted to go to Italy.”

She smiled. “Us two pasty Irish kids in Italy?”

“Why not? What ya think?”

“Are we gonna drink lots of wine and not leave our hotel room?”

I winked at her. “If that’s what you want to do, I’m game.”

She twirled her fingers down my arm. “I could get behind that. However, are you planning on going back to St. Paul in the off-season?”

I shrugged. “Yeah, I usually go back. Why?”

“Oh, that’s why my brother called me in the first place.”

I narrowed my eyes at her. “Have you been avoiding your mother’s calls again?”

She looked down at her nails that were apparently very fascinating at the moment and pretended not to hear my question.

I nudged her shoulder. “Fi, come on. What gives?”

She sighed. “Ugh, you’re the worst. Now that we’re married, it’s like I’m constantly getting harped on about giving her some grandkids. She already has a grandkid from Finnegan and Emily! Why do I have to give her one? Also, I’m twenty-seven years old; I would like to live my life a little bit.”

I bit my lip, unsure how to broach the topic with her. When we first got married, it was chaotic and a mess. Now that we were sure this was what we wanted, I thought it was a good idea to talk about it. I would do whatever she wanted; if she wanted kids great, if she didn’t, also great. Ultimately it was her body, so it was most definitely her choice. Although, the thought of having cute little redheaded babies with this woman? I was so on board.

I looked over and noticed her staring up at me questioningly. “Aaron, what’s on your mind?”

I sighed and ran my hand down my face. “I know we tabled the kid talk, but should we talk about it?”

“I guess,” she sighed. “Do you want kids?”

“It’s your body,” I told her.

Her face softened at that. “Goddamnit, Aaron, you would give me the whole world if I asked for it, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes?”

She sighed again. “If you don’t want kids, I’m cool with that.”

“What if I do? I mean, I don’t think I’m ready for that this second, but I don’t hate the idea.”

She narrowed her eyes at me and placed a hand on my chest. “Baby, you won’t be like him, you know that, right? You’d be a great father.”

“You think so?”

She nodded. “You put up with my bullshit all the time.”