He finally turned the stove off and dished bacon and eggs onto a plate before he was grabbing a glass of orange juice and going to take a seat at the counter. Before long, though, his eyes found her and he was fixed on her.

"So how long do we technically have until," he paused a moment as he thought of the proper way to say it. "You know, until the whole kid thing?"

It wasn't so much that he had forgotten, just that he needed to be reassured they did still have time. Even if it was just a couple of weeks. How much time until his spacious apartment turned into a nursery ground.