“Gwen, how am I supposed to trust you to name our first child if you can’t even give this raccoon a respectable name?” We both freeze then. God, there’s so much unsaid between us, so much implied. I really have to stop stepping in it like this, making things awkward. But, of course, nothing with Gwen is ever truly awkward. “Do you remember,” she starts, “that night in the airport? How badly I put my foot in my mouth when I went on about us having a night to tell our kids about one day?” I chuckle softly. “How could I forget?” She nods, teeth strumming over her bottom lip. “Now we’re even.”
