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“What if we had kids one day?”
“Excuse me?”
“No but listen. Imagine a mini-you, your own little vampire twin, with matching fringes. But she’d have my eyes. One green, one blue.”
“‘She’?”
“Yeah! Ooh, and we could teach her how to skate so she can join me if she wants to!”
“And what are we naming our hypothetical child?”
“Lillian, after my grammy.”
“…”
“What?”
“Michael, you do remember we’re only eighteen, correct?”
“Well, duh but it’s nice to think about, isn’t it?”
“…”
“Come on, Tori! It’s fun!”
“Lillian Charlotte. And it’ll be Holden-Spring.”
“I expect nothing less, my sweet.”