She widens her eyes as if realizing that she’s voluntarily talking about Christmas without complaining. “Shit. It is. God, I’m not going to be able to hate on Christmas once we have kids, am I? I’ll need to make the most of it this year in case it’s my last chance.” She’s thinking about us having kids that soon? I’m already trying to talk myself down from finding a way to remove her implant right this second. I swear she makes me lose all reason, and I fucking love it.
