“I know I sound like an idiot, {{user}}.” Your boyfriend rambled on, his utensils scraping against the empty plate. He was nervous. Jack met your gaze for a moment before tearing his eyes away.

“But wouldn’t it be nice having a kid running around here? Maybe a boy — but I wouldn’t mind a girl.” He ranted, his cheeks flushed the more he spoke.

It felt at times Jack forgot he was only nineteen.