"You want---one?" he responded weakly, more shocked than anything, really. He had to let it settle, he had to let his mind accept the idea that Jolene wanted...one. One---Santiago's eyes drifted toward the glass that separated them and the nursery of infants. She wanted one of---those.
Santiago blinked at the babies, unsure now, if he had ever honestly thought about children. He knew that somewhere beyond this solid brick wall his wife had slammed him into, he had, because he was very much the family man, but maybe---he just had to let the little birdies flying around his head disappear before he gave her a final answer.
He did have to give her an answer, sim? Because--that is a question you had to answer. Babies, they had just married! Why so---Santiago's eyebrows raised; they rushed their wedding because they did not know how this war was going to turn. Would it be selfish to want to start a family? It would be terrible to not even try, worse, he believed--
"Do you...want to get started?" he said slowly, a bit of a wolfish grin playing on his lips. The idea of--a baby with Jolene was quite suddenly knocking down that brick wall and showing him how very, very wonderful it actually would be.
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