He sat with the Starbucks coffee cup between his legs, "Wow, that's hot."
In the passenger seat, she maneuvered a few things and freed up the second cup holder, "Here." She reached over and took his cup, setting it in the holder, "We don't want you to boil your boys," she smiled teasingly.
"Nope." He kept his eyes on the road. "Or we could just have all girls."
A strange, hopeful feeling filled her. It was the first true time he had openly suggested that they would have children together, that the children he would have in the future would also be hers.
"Well, in that case," she jokingly reached for the hot coffee.
"Seriously, geckos tend to have girls when the eggs are kept over 80 degrees or something."
The moment passed, and they started talking about the lore of babies born in the summer mostly being boys.
But there had been the moment. And for today, that was enough.