“What do you think they’ll end up like?”
“Hmm?”
“What do you think they’ll end up like?”
Emmeline tilted her face in Tharin’s direction, unable to get him properly in her field of vision. She was comfortable where she’d ended up and didn’t want to sacrifice this spot to get a better look at her husband. She had a strong mental picture of the expression he had, ears relaxed back and his eyes shut. She decided to speculate on both their behalves. There were a few things she really did hope their kid picked up.
“Do you think they’ll like hiking and baking?”
“I’d think so.”
She imagined herself, Tharin, and their future kid seated on rocks high up on the mountain while they ate a lunch they’d all helped make. She could feel how nice the wind was after their long hike, and she could hear the kid asking about the trees and bugs. Another thought struck her.
“What about whittling?”
“Whittling?”
“Yeah, what if they decide they want to whittle?”
She smiled at Tharin’s rumble of amusement as he considered it.