She lay with her head in his lap, watching him as he watched the TV. It was mostly quiet in the house.
“There are times when I see these little parts of you that make me sad you don’t want to be a father,” She said.
He moved to touch her face with his hand, his eyes still on the TV screen. There was a pause. She wondered if he’d heard her.
“Because I like cartoons?” He asked after a while.
“No, you ass.”
He grinned and leaned down to kiss her. She smiled. He knew exactly what she’d meant.