“This is a nice park for kids, don’t you think?” asked Sam as they drove past on their way home from the market.
Not entirely surprisingly, one of Henry’s eyebrows popped up. But was it simply because Sam’s comment had come out of left field, or because he didn’t like where this conversation seemed to be heading? “Yes, it’s pretty cool.” Henry’s voice held a cautious undertone.
“Baseball diamond, swings, and climbing things. The pavilions look like a great place for a family picnic, too.” Sam had considered a more direct approach to broaching the subject of possibly adopting children with Henry, but he’d gotten the feeling that easing his husband into the idea before putting him on the spot might be better. Sam’s shoulders tensed as a quick glance caught Henry with a classic deer-in-the-headlights glaze to his eyes as he stared out the windshield. Sam second-guessed himself, but tackling the question directly would likely dash all hope at this point. “It’s close to our house, too.”
“Yeah, it’s too bad we spend so much time in the evenings prepping for classes. Not to mention the traveling we get to do every few years. It would be tough on a kid.”
At least that wasn’t a firm “no,” but should he press on now, or leave the idea to start brewing in Henry’s mind? He should probably—
“Speaking of baseball, the Mariners are about to begin a home series, so we should get tickets, yeah?”
Right. Time to drop the subject…for now. Sam blinked, then nodded. “Yeah, that sounds great.”