"A second child?" Faye Townsend looked at him in surprise. "You want more kids?"
"Why not?" They stepped into the elevator, and he cupped her cheeks with his hands. "If it's the fruit of our love, even ten wouldn't be too many for me."
"That's too many," Faye shook her head, like a rattle toy.
"What's wrong?"
Faye glared at him. "Don't you know how nauseous early pregnancy makes you, to the point where you can't eat anything?
Don't you know how hard it is to sleep in the later stages of pregnancy, carrying a belly that feels like it could drop to the floor at any moment?
Don't you know that after seven months of pregnancy, I was basically bedridden?
You sure know how to talk big, about having ten or eight kids.
Childbirth is really painful, okay."
Listening to her string of complaints, Hunter Warren sighed and pulled her into his arms.
"It's my fault for letting you suffer so much on your own."
