"You want--?" Sam can feel his forehead creasing up, that look he gets sometimes that Andy calls the Big Furrow. His heart is--hm. His heart is working, so. That's good. "You want to have a baby?"
Andy's eyes narrow, on the defensive right away. "Do you not want to have a baby?"
"That's not what I said." Sam drops his shirt on the bedspread, crosses the room to where she is. "That's not what I said."
(It's not that he hasn't thought about it. He's thought about it, if you want to know the truth, since way the fuck back before things got serious between them, her smile and those dark pretty eyes, but--
well. It's always been pretty serious for Sam.)
"Andy. Hey." He grabs her hands, toothbrush included. "You wanna have a baby. You and me."
Andy stares at him for a second, this look on her face like she might burst into tears, and then she nods.
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Date: 2011-09-07 09:52 pm (UTC)Andy's eyes narrow, on the defensive right away. "Do you not want to have a baby?"
"That's not what I said." Sam drops his shirt on the bedspread, crosses the room to where she is. "That's not what I said."
(It's not that he hasn't thought about it. He's thought about it, if you want to know the truth, since way the fuck back before things got serious between them, her smile and those dark pretty eyes, but--
well. It's always been pretty serious for Sam.)
"Andy. Hey." He grabs her hands, toothbrush included. "You wanna have a baby. You and me."
Andy stares at him for a second, this look on her face like she might burst into tears, and then she nods.
Sam grins.