Postcards and Polaroids

My face was burning. I turned and looked at him. He knew I figured it out. He looked at me, halfway hiding behind his long, messy hair.
“Kellin, I..” He cut me off.
“Now I know it wouldn’t be for a long time, but.. I mean.. It’s.. it’s an option. And the room would already be done, if it was a girl, anyway. And, I don’t know, I know I’d be a good dad. I’d make sure I’d be the best dad there ever was. I’d love our kid more than anything. I just..” He sighed, now looking at his feet. “It’s just something to think about” He said quietly.
I didn’t know what to say. I never even thought about having kids. I just never saw myself as the mothering type.
“I know you’d be a good mom too..” He said “Especially with how you are with Celine. She loves you. And we have plenty of time to think about this, I just.. I don’t know. I’ve been thinking about it a lot, ever since my dad came back, and everything with my mom..” He bit his lip. “I.. I’m sorry.” He said “I.. I never should of said anything.. I.. I just..” I stopped him. I gently held his face in my hands. His eyes were sweet, but vulnerable once again. I gently kissed him. He leaned his forehead against mine, gently holding my waist.

“Put a ring on my finger..” I said “Then we can talk about kids.”