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It makes me realize that’s a subject we haven’t talked about. “Do you know if you want kids someday?”
Kids aren’t a deal breaker for me, but I’m not ready yet.
“I’m not sure. Maybe when I’m older, but to be honest, it’s not really a dream or life goal or anything.” Her head tilts, and she swipes her hair out of her face to look at me. “Do you?”
“I’m not opposed to the idea, but not any time soon.”
Her smile widens with relief, and I pull up at our assigned campsite.
Kelly laughs. “Not exactly roughing it, are we?” She looks around, taking in the neatly manicured campsites, some with electrical hookups, and campers parked in them. The bathhouse is in sight just down the road, equipped with real toilets and showers.
“Not since they started bringing the kids.” I lean over and unfasten her seatbelt before she can, stopping to brush my lips over hers. “Next time, we’ll do it right. Just you and me, out in the boonies.”
She kisses me again. “That sounds perfect.”
“I do know a little secluded place we can sneak away to later.”
“Looking forward to it.”
A high pitch screech is followed by a slap against the truck. “Uncle Lay! Let’s go! Play frisbee with us!” Seth insists.
I have to be careful not to knock the kid over as I open my truck door and climb out. “Hey, there you are. I’ve been looking all over for you,” I tease.
Seth pauses and blinks as Kelly joins us. “You have?”
“Yeah, that’s why we’re late. I’ve just been driving around, searching for you.”
“Nuh-uh.” He grins, and his sister runs up to join us.
“I swear. I wanted to introduce you to someone.” I take Kelly’s hand. “This is Kelly. Kelly, this guy is Seth. You have to watch out for him.”
She squats down and shakes his hand. “Nice to meet you, Seth.”
“You too. Do you play frisbee?”
“If I accidentally throw it in a tree, can you get it back?”
His little chest swells up as he proudly replies, “Sure, I climb trees all the time.”
“That’s how he broke his hand last year,” Winnie says.
“Winnie, this is Kelly. Kelly, Winnie.”
Winnie beams at her. “Hi, you’re pretty. I like your hair. It’s red.”
“It is. And I love your pretty hair. Yellow is my favorite color.”
Travis and Diane have the campsite just across the street, and Dalton has the one beside theirs. We’ll all hang out together, but at night, I wanted some space between us. We head across to their campsite where Travis is fighting with a tent. Midnight follows, walking between the kids while they take turns petting him.
As soon as introductions are made, Seth starts trying to get someone to play frisbee again.
“Let us get the tents up first. Then we’ll play. You two go on over and play together,” Diane tells them, pointing to the large field on one side of us.
“Fine,” he groans, “Can Midnight come?”
“Sure. He hasn’t learned to fetch, yet. If he gets the frisbee, you’ll have to chase him down for it.”
Once they’re out of earshot, Travis exclaims, “Help me get this bitch set up. It’s pissing me off.”