"If we both think we might be ready to have another baby," Nick had to correct. It wasn't a matter of when for him, it was a matter of if. He just couldn't be sure he would actually get to that point sooner or later. It was a pretty intense realisation for him because he had thought for a long time when he was younger that he would just end up with a big family one day. But now he was actually living his life and trying to get all their ducks in a row, he was honest and truly wondering how the hell his parents managed it. Of course, Nick was pretty much working two jobs when you considered the times his commissions had to take, because people paid the money for that time. They got married and had a baby pretty young too, so it had been a constant awareness of needing to keep everything in order to make things work and focusing on keeping them working or it could have all fallen apart. "And I'm not even going to lie. We don't have sex near half as much as I wished we did. We never really sort of had that honeymoon phase of our relationship. I was looking forward to more time alone with you when Nat went to school."
His forehead creased a little as he watched Jeff, listening to him talk. "Are you getting cold feet about your job or something? I thought you were looking forward to working? Sorry, this has just all come out of the blue a little. I mean, to you, it probably doesn't seem like it if it's been on your mind for awhile, but it has for me, and I'm just trying to understand it. I just don't want to rush on our lives anymore or it will all pass us by and we'll never get a chance to enjoy it. And I'm tired. I really am. I feel like I haven't stopped in a very long time. I feel like I need a vacation or something. Anything. Even my fingers hurt from all the art lately. Pray to god I'm not contracting early onset arthritis or something. But seriously, how long as it been since we had sex? I can't even remember. That's embarrassing." He stretched his muscles in his back, stretching up to loosen them. "I'm going to treat myself to a bath tonight."
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His forehead creased a little as he watched Jeff, listening to him talk. "Are you getting cold feet about your job or something? I thought you were looking forward to working? Sorry, this has just all come out of the blue a little. I mean, to you, it probably doesn't seem like it if it's been on your mind for awhile, but it has for me, and I'm just trying to understand it. I just don't want to rush on our lives anymore or it will all pass us by and we'll never get a chance to enjoy it. And I'm tired. I really am. I feel like I haven't stopped in a very long time. I feel like I need a vacation or something. Anything. Even my fingers hurt from all the art lately. Pray to god I'm not contracting early onset arthritis or something. But seriously, how long as it been since we had sex? I can't even remember. That's embarrassing." He stretched his muscles in his back, stretching up to loosen them. "I'm going to treat myself to a bath tonight."