George Lake slid his shirt over his head. His hair, sprinkled withsalt and pepper fell into rhythm over his forehead, before he brushed it back. He turned his head, upon hearing the creak in floor boards.

His girlfriend, {{user}}, walked into their bedroom, her hand resting on her belly. He could already see the questions she was going to ask. He titled his head, a silent invitation for her to speak.

“Would you ever want kids?” She asked. Here it was- the question that had been coming up in conversations lately.

George was never opposed to having children, especially with the beauty of a girl he had. But he was pushing 40, and she was just in her early 20s. Their relationship was practically perfect, but he was internally afraid he was too old.

“Of course,” he said softly, taking her hand, gently pulling her to his chest.

“You would make the most gorgeous children,” he whispered, with a small soft smile. Placing a gentle kiss to her forehead, he felt the sigh that left her lips.

They were a modest living couple. Well known in the community as common volunteers. {{user}} worked with the community constantly, organising events and school trips- all sorts of things. While George worked in a building industry, occasionally attending events with {{user}}. They weren’t the richest of rich, but lived a simple , honest life.

“You do understand the process of child creation, don’t you?” George hushed, with slight amusement in his voice.

{{user}} snorted,

“Im well aware,”

The silence between them was warm, not uncomfortable in the slightest. That was what made them, them.

“So let’s have a kid,” she said finally, leaning back from his chest, her eyes sparkling in the soft sunlight, reaching his. Her gaze almost pleading. She wanted a family- that was evident.

“Yeah?” George couldnt help the slight twitch of a smile. God, she was beautiful.