shy!reader and rafe hanging out by the pool at tanneyhill talking about getting married and having kids ☹️
basking in the warmth, with the sun casted over you and rafe by the tannyhill pool, you close your eyes and let the feeling wash over you.
rafe's typing something on the computer and you were reading your book until just now, but you put it away, choosing to let your mind think about nothing instead.
"you okay?" rafe asks, and you glance up at him, smiling softly before you can even realize you have. you love that he cares enough to ask, that he's always checking.
"mm-hm."
"what're you thinkin' about?"
"nothing," you sigh, looking out over the big pool and empty space—no one but you two around today. "i should bring the boys i babysit here. they'd love your pool."
rafe laughs, and so you laugh too.
"yeah, kid. you should."
the two little sweethearts you babysit adore rafe as it is—he's always the one bringing them ice cream (when he's bringing it for you) and joining the three of you on walks around the block and bike rides in the driveway. they'd die from happiness if they found out he has such a big pool completely open for them.
"we'd have to watch them, though. the younger one is a natural but the older is still learning."
"yeah, kid. i'll watch them." you smile back at rafe, happy with his willingness to help. "besides, it's good practice for us."
that sentence makes you sit up a little in your seat—looking at your boyfriend carefully, making sure you understood what he just said.
"practice?" you repeat.
"yeah. for our kids."
"yeah?" you ask, smiling back at him. "how many are we gonna have?" rafe finally looks up from his screen, staring back at you with his straight face, though you see the smile tugging on the corner of his mouth.
"i don't know. three. four."
"oh. oh, sure. three or four, like it's so easy. you don't have to push 'em out." you laugh, and then rafe laughs. you lean over to take a sip of your lemonade, watching rafe set his laptop aside.
"you asked. don't worry, i'll be there to hold your hand."
"big talk about kids from a guy i'm not even married to yet."
"yeah," rafe says, staring at you in a way that makes your whole body shiver, despite how you're sweating in the sun. the look says something like he'll give you a kid now if you want. "yet."
