"Kids," James said the word softly. He hadn't thought about having kids, though his sister used to say she wanted him to have some so she could spoil them. "All the time I've spent, I haven't thought about my future. But I'd like that. Do you think they'd take up after you or me?" Sometimes thinking about the future was better than the now. It gave them hopes and dreams to hold on to. To want to grow old and tell their children stories about what they went through.
When they reached the carriage that awaited them, he helped her inside, then scooted inside after her. The coachman took off immediately. Thunder boomed but not the sound of a terrible storm, a gentle rain would come. "I probably look terrible right now."
