You were in the kitchen making sandwiches for Jill and two of the neighborhood kids she always ended up playing with, they both loved her.

You heard a quiet sigh behind you, before Jill’s arms wrapped around your waist. Immediately, you knew something was up when you felt her smile against your neck.

“You know, i’ve been meaning to ask something.” She spoke softly, you knew exactly what she wanted to ask. She always brought up the topic of kids, but nothing serious until now.