Natalie was trying her best to keep smiling, but who in the world would name their baby Edwina? She tried not to let it bother her. But what if she and Smed had a baby, would he want them to name it something so awful?
Then their was Smed's room. Yes, she loved the idea of being there, yet not.
"I could sleep on the couch." Smed said as an easy fix.
"No..no..don't do that." She didn't want to be alone. Especially, with that Molly around. Natalie didn't want to admit it, but Smed's sister-in-law made her nervous. She felt as if Molly was putting her under the microscope. The questions she asked. Did she go to church? How did she celebrate Christmas? Did she have a big family? Did she want a big family?
Smed brought Natalie some tea and crackers, smeared with peanut-butter. He was afraid she might be starving. Natalie didn't eat chicken off the bone, and she found squash squishy.
"I wish I wasn't so bad at this." She wanted to go home.
"You're not. Really, you're great." Smed told her, and she did like the tea he brought her and yes, the cracker sandwiches hit the spot.
"Molly, means well. She's a little over the top. But she likes you. She really does. And..and its not like we'll ever have to stay with them permanently." He put his arm around her. Once again, she felt warm and cozy around him.
She looked at photo album of Smed that Molly got out for her. She'd handed it over for inspiration, perhaps. "Once you see this little bugger, you're gonna want one of your own." Natalie remembered Molly saying.
There was Smed a toddler, chunky with a mess of curls. Natalie thought he was adorable. But as she looked at Smed, she was happy that she knew him now. Not any other time. Yes, she wanted him. No obstacle could keep her from thinking, other wise.