Page 101 of Ghost

“Just like I am,” I said. “He’d ask you why you’re not in a relationship.”

“I doubt that.”

I crossed my arms and gave him a look. “I don’t.”

“I like the way things are right now,” he said. “Everyone’s happy. I’ll keep things like this until the good Lord tells me to make a change.”

I shrugged. “I can’t argue with that. Thanks for telling me, though.”

“It feels good to admit it. I haven’t done it with too many people.” He smiled. “Pancakes?”

“Yes, please.”

“Ham?”

“Please.”

“Give me a few minutes?”

“I’ll be right here.”

As I finished my meal, Porter showed up. He came in, gave me a kiss, and took a seat across from me.

“I need some elbow room,” he said. “I’m going to get the Abby and that double burger.”

“Are you pregnant?”

“Not yet,” he said with a laugh. “But we can keep trying.”

“That reminds me of something. At what point did we decide to have unprotected sex? That kind of just happened.”

“Oh.” He blushed. “Sorry.”

I held the last bite of pancakes in front of my mouth. “What’s going on with that?”

“Maybe I subconsciously want to have kids.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Subconsciously?”

“Uh huh.”

I smiled. “Me, too. Maybe that’s why I haven’t said anything until now.”

“You want them?” He leaned forward. “Kids?”

“Three. Boys and girls.”

He smiled. “Same here. Maybe four. Two and two.”

“You don’t get to pick what they are,” I said with a laugh.

“In a perfect world, I’d like four.”

“We don’t live in a perfect world,” I said.

He sighed. “I get reminded of that every day.”

“What does that mean?”