The fact was, Jeff had always loved Nick's artistic side. It gave him a depth and beauty to the way he looked at things and saw life that Jeff had never seen before, and Jeff swore that it made him a far better lover... Not that he could be entirely sure about that, because Jeff had never been with anyone else. Still, there was innate passion in the way that Nick made love, and Jeff knew part of that was due to his Italian roots, and part of it was the artist. "I don't think our life's boring," Jeff replied, trying to understand what Nick was saying. "I mean, Finn's the only other friend we have who even has kids." He was probably missing the entire point, but he really didn't think that he and Nick had a boring life.

As much as Jeff wanted to have this conversation and explain to Nick why he wanted another baby, he had the bad feeling that it was going to lead to a pretty major disagreement, and that was something he didn't really want today, when they were actually getting a little alone time. Still, he gave a nod of agreement, and turned to go back out into the reception area, thanking Louella for looking out for his husband, before leading the way to the door, the food he'd brought with him gathered back up before they went.

In less than ten minutes, they were back home, the food put away, and Jeff had joined Nick in their bedroom, sitting crosslegged on the bed. "Okay," he said quietly, reaching to take his husband's hand, and tug him toward the bed. "Come here, you. Let's talk."