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“Do you ever think about having children?” Bill asks, out of the blue, as he and Colin lie next to each other in bed after a particularly long, hard day.
“Hmm?” Colin responds, his face half-smothered by his pillow, already nearly asleep before Bill spoke. He rolls over onto his side. “Oh, yeah, all the time. Picturing you with a baby in your arms makes my ovaries go wild.”
Bill snorts and turns his head towards Colin. “I'm serious. Do you ever think about… you know… one day… maybe settling down, having a kid or two?”
“And leave the bad guy busting to someone else? Seems a little irresponsible, no?”
Bill shakes his head and starts to roll over. “Alright, forget I said anything.”
“No,” Colin says, reaching out and stopping Bill with a hand on his arm. “Darling, of course I do. But the thought of bringing kids into this world, with a seemingly never-ending list of international threats, absolutely terrifies me. So, yes, I would love to have children with you. I just want them to live in a world that's safe, and unfortunately, I think we'll have to keep our jobs a little while longer to ensure that one is possible.”
Bill sighs. “You make a good point.”
Colin smiles. “Always do.” He presses a kiss to Bill's shoulder, stroking his bicep with his thumb. “Bet they'd have your red hair, though, our potential future children.”
Bill chuckles. “And the slightest hint of your accent.”
Colin groans. “Now I'm wishing I could actually grow ovaries.”
Bill laughs again. “We'll look into surrogacy when the time is right. Maybe offer me up as donor, if you really want those redheads.”
Colin smiles and nods. “Deal.”