Little Girls are nice

Michael POV:

I glared right back at her. My eyes narrowed on her thickening waist.

My expression changed, i suddenly felt a warm feeling inside me. I’d never thought of children. At least, not since Shannon’s death. Now, i began to wonder what a child of mine might look like. Would it have dark hair like mine or a flaxen hair like Aurora's? Would it have blue eyes like me or an hazel eye like her? Would it be a boy, or a little girl?

“You look…odd,” she commented.

“I was thinking about the baby,” i said absently, my eyes still on her waist. “I never really thought about being a father. I’ve been alone most of my adult life.”

“So have I,” she said

“What do you want?” i asked, meeting her eyes levelly.

She blinked. “I…haven’t thought about that. Not much anyway.”

I moved a step closer. “What would you like to have?”

I was lost in her eyes. “Little girls are nice,” she ventured. “I like to knit and crochet and quilt. I could…teach her.”

I held my breath. A little girl. He thought abou