“Man, it’s quiet in here,” I said into the darkness.
Clare laughed softly and turned on her side facing me. She leaned her chin on my shoulder. “I wonder if Zoë is keeping Amanda awake.”
“Probably,” I said. We both laughed at the thought. There was silence for a few minutes. “The baby’s asleep”
“Yeah she is,” Clare spoke up.
“Clare...”
“Yeah, Taybear?”
I reached over and stoked her hair gently. “How old will Anya be nine months from now?”
“A year and a few months,” she said. Her voice barely above a whisper. I ran my fingers down her body to her stomach and kept my hand there.
“Will I be on tour?”
“No babe, probably not.”
I pressed my lips up against her forehead and when I removed them I said, “I want to have another baby in the house nine months from now.”
I could sense her smiling in the darkness. “So do I...”