Sarah likes variety. After some years of having to scrounge and forage for scraps, just having the option to order anything on the menu still feels like a dream come true sometimes. So she switches it up... but pizza is definitely the go to.
"Hawaiian pizza... and do we have any ice cream left?" she asks, hopefully.
Sarah picks her wife up, lifting off the ground and spinning a bit. "That's wonderful! It had taken so long with no news... I'd kind of stopped thinking about it."
"I'm sure he'll be happy to help, yes. Its still... well, not the same, but he's been very kind while I've been here. And, of course, he really is a lot like Dad was."
"Oh, I know. And I'm sure he'll be bribing the kid right and left to go by Anthony. Almost tempted to go with something else, just for that... I would have been James, had I been a boy. I kind of like that too. What do you think? I'm really only sold on the girl name so far."
"With all your technology involved, and obsessive parents, I'm sure we'll know pretty quickly. I'm happy with whatever it is. Though I'm not really sure I'd want to wish nine months of twins on you."