“If we get a dog to balance it out,” Cassia said with a snort.
“Pigs?”
“If we get cats.”
“Kids?”
Cassia was very glad she wasn’t holding a bale, because she
certainly would have dropped it and it probably would have
broken apart and made a giant mess.
“Kids?” Cassia asked, a little woodenly, a little cautiously,
and with a hint of optimism.
They hadn’t talked about kids yet. Not because they were
scared to, but because they were total strangers when Cassia
moved in. They’d been spending their time together fully
getting to know one another, enjoying their time as a couple,
learning how to be partners.
“Do you want kids?” Adalynn asked. She didn’t ask it
guardedly or with any kind of reserve or expectations. “No,
sorry, I know you would like kids. You haven’t said it, but I
know you do. You love kids. And I know you still miss your
family terribly.”
It was true. Neither of them had any family. With Cassia’s
encouragement, Adalynn had tried to find her mom, but
unfortunately, she had passed away three years prior, and
Adalynn had never known because no one had thought to
contact her. Her mom died in a shelter for the homeless, and
she hadn’t listed any known relatives or contacts. She hadn’t
had anything worldly to pass along.
It had been a shock for Adalynn, and she’d grieved the
mother that her mom never was. Grieved for the relationship
they never had, for the one that could never be mended. Cassia
wanted to reach out to her sisters, but she didn’t want to