"Can we please make another baby?"
My girlfriend asked me as we stood over our three sleeping children. We had finally gotten them to sleep.
"But babe, we're still in school." I replied, and it's true, we were. It didn't stop her though.
"But... look how beautiful our children are" she said "wouldn't you love to have another one of these?".
She had me there. I looked down at our two little girls and boy. They had my girlfriend's beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes and my pale skin. Like their father, they didn't care much for the sun (seriously though, sunbathing is for idiots). This made it especially tough to come up with my usual excuses. I couldn't say "what would our parents and grandparents think?" because they were already so happy to see more children enter their lives. I couldn't say "What would other people think?" because they had given up lecturing us on how we were sinning or ruining our lives and future.
Teachers tried to separate us but she wouldn't listen to them or let go of my hand. She was too big and strong for anyone to try to prise us apart. We held hands whenever someone yelled at us or gave us a dirty look. People eventually stopped doing that and moved on.
She still held my hand though. She still held my hand with her large, soft, strong hands, even now, and it broke my train of thought; made my worries melt away. Funny how I was the worrier, even though she's older than I am. She was even considerate enough to ask me first this time. How could I say no?
"I'd love to" I said. It made her so happy. She picked me up and threw me onto the bed. Then she got on the bed with me, held my hands down and... we made another baby.
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