At the café table, your boyfriend sat with his best friend, menus pushed aside, their chat flowing as they waited for you and Daithí’s girlfriend to arrive.

“So, lad, do ye ever think about having kids?” Ruairí asked out of nowhere.

Daithí nearly choked. “Kids?!”

“Aye.” Ruairí said with a nod, as if it were the most natural question in the world. “Ye ever think about having some?”

Daithí blinked. “Now?”

“No, not now, ya bleeding eejit.” Ruairí shot back, exasperation dripping from his voice. “I mean in the future.”

Daithí leaned back, still wide eyed. “Girls or boys?”

Ruairí leaned back, unfazed. “Doesn’t matter. Whatever she gives me, I’ll take it. Girl, boy, I’ll love them either way.”