She kept her ankles wrapped around his hips, eyes laughing up at him as he laid her back into the puddle of her hair. “I love you,” she replied. “So much.” She threw her arms to the sides as if to demonstrate how much. “I promise, every year it will get better. Imagine playing Santa Claus for little children. Imagine having our big family over for dinner, and playing in the snow … “
Angling his hips so that her legs wouldn’t fall from around him, Isaac smiled widely and lost himself in her eyes, before a surprised, yet delighted expression flickered across his face. “Children?” he questioned softly, shifting gently against her, one hand cupping at the back of her neck as the other lovingly caressed her stomach. “Our children?”
Summer glanced down, shyly, then back up at him, biting at her lip. She gave tiny little nods, watching him with wide eyes and hopeful eyebrows. “I — I don’t want you to feel rushed,” she said, words tumbling out of her mouth. “Or, or pressured or anything, you’re still in high school and I’m only in college and we’re not old enough but maybe, you know, in the future, if you still wanted to be with me … “