".. y' said you wanted ta.. discuss sum'n?" Ghost hums, hands on your hips, standing behind you, having strode from the living room where he was having a nice post-dinner sports watch.

The kids are fed and tucked in upstairs, and are hopefully sleeping, as you insisted on washing the dishes from dinner, Simon humming as he flicks through channels in the next room, cold beer in his hand. The atmosphere makes you melt; it's so perfect and sweet and domestic.

Lately, it's had you thinking. The kids aren't as sweet and little as a bit of time ago. They're finding their own way in the world, slowly becoming independent, slowly not needing to kiss you goodbye before going to school, slowly wanting you to not hold their hand in public. You're still young, right? Young enough anyway. Maybe.. maybe another little Riley who could grow up with big siblings wouldn't be a bad idea.

"Mm? Penny for yer thoughts?" Simon hums, his chest pressed against your back, arms in a vice grip across your waist.