“One day,” he says, voice lilting as if he’s telling me a story, “we’re going to have little treasure hunting babies. We’ll hyphenate our last names, to join our two families.” He slips a hand over my tummy to drive his point home. “We’ll bring them up the complete opposite of how we were raised. They’ll be loved and cherished. They won’t ever go without, but we’ll teach them to care, too.”
