It was her birthday, and he shouldn’t have brought up children. He took her hand again and smiled. “Okay.” But it wasn’t okay. He could imagine them sitting here in ten years having the same conversation. He wondered, not for the first time, if marrying her had been a mistake. He didn’t love her any less as he contemplated his doubts. The doubts had always been there. Before he’d proposed, he’d visited his mother in Virginia to get her advice.
