Who: Goldsteins!
What: Babies
Where: Their lovely abode
When: Tonight


Mackenzie had babies on the mind.

It wasn't her fault, she was around babies all day now; how could she not think about them? Which would obviously lead to her thinking about having one her own. Especially with everyone around them having babies, or creating babies, or talking about their babies. Babies, babies, babies--- she couldn't take it anymore. Too many people had babies when she did not. Not that she necessarily wanted one right now, just, sometime in the near future. She wanted to talk about their prospective baby.

It was time to have that discussion. Hopefully Sebastian would be on the same page as her. Or the same chapter. Or even reading the same book.

"Sebastian," Mackenzie asked coolly, watching his reflection in her mirror for a few seconds. He was on the other side of the room, and she had waited patiently for him to finish his daily update before speaking. Mackenzie finished taking off one earring, and gently placed down it on the vanity table in front of her. While switching to the other ear, she slid around to face him.

"Can we talk about something?"

Sebastian had quite the busy day.

First there was the cleaning of the kitchen. Now, that was a lot of work, and reminded Sebastian every day why he chose a less hands on job than his two brothers. Oy vey, he'd been there for about two hours putting up the new cabinet doors because the stupid things would stop squeaking. After that was settled (except the one in the middle still made noise, the blasted thing) he went over to visit the Smiths, because it had been far too long since he'd seen his godson. So big! Wow, he really couldn't believe the kid was that big, really felt like just yesterday that he was born.

Time was really moving fast, goodness gracious.

So after Graciela fed him (he was so good at finding free food), Sebastian went down to Diagon Alley to stare at some cameras he was thinking of getting but didn't exactly want to buy yet. He had a theory that if he waited a little bit, they'd go down in price. Or they'd go up in price and that would prove that it simply wasn't the right camera. Anywho--

"--and then I finally came home and I was thinking about planting those shrubs my brother brought over but I saw that the duck house needed some shingles fixed so I did that."

Sebastian plopped down on the end of the bed and looked attentively at Mackenzie as she addressed him, his checkered blue pajamas on. Wow--he was breathing heavily. Changing out of his clothes shouldn't have taken so much effort. Well, it hadn't, maybe it was the talking--oh.

She smiled at him, not feeling as nervous as she should be. Though Mackenzie felt her current emotions were appropriate; it wasn't as if she was demanding a baby now, as entirely possible as that was, just one in the near future. Perhaps after she had spent a year or so at Mungo's when things would be easier to manage by then. Mackenzie finished taking off her other earring, but chose to hold it in her hands for a few seconds longer.

"I was wondering," she started, shifting to cross one leg over the other as she sat. This could be relatively painless, just as long as Sebastian stayed calm. And she stayed calm. But, Mackenzie had come to find after all these years of knowing her husband, that as long as she stayed composed, he would keep calm. Or at least, most of the time it worked out like that.

This would be one hell of a test for her theory, hm?

"When we were going to talk about---" Mackenzie thought for a moment, twirling the earring between her fingers. She took a deep breath, then dropped her hands to her lap. "-- when we're going to make any additions to our family." A serene smile played on her lips as she watched him carefully, looking for any first sign of understanding to what she was saying.

"And not in the form of ducks."

Ooh. Sebastian really did love watching Mackenzie talk, and not when they were being silly together, he liked watching her converse. That's what his wife did, she had conversations, and she held herself with such poise that sometimes Sebastian reckoned that the high society sometimes knew what they were doing. He, definitely, was not taught how to properly sit at a table or how to hold his head in that manner that made it look like you were incredibly attentive when really you were dreaming about lands far, far---

---not in the form of ducks!

"Really!" he let out, definitely not as smoothly as she'd proposed the topic of their conversation. Sebastian scooched forward as far as he could without falling off the edge of the bed and watched her with curious, but excited eyes. Really? She wanted to talk about adding to their family, and unless she meant the puppy he'd been hinting at (it was so cute, really, he didn't know how she'd managed to resist it and he'd begged for like an hour---) his wife was definitely talking about a baby.

A human baby.

At least he hoped she was talking about a human baby.

"I--right now?" Sebastian waggled his eyebrows because he simply couldn't resist it, but his face turned into one of subdued excitement. A baby! "You want to start trying, now? Within the---" he waved his hand around, ushering her to continue, "Keep going before I completely muck this up."

"No, no you're not."

She was just thrilled he wasn't running away screaming or giving her that look of his he sometimes choose to shoot at her after running into one of her friends. Mackenzie hadn't believed Sebastian would have reacted that way, but it was reassuring nonetheless to see him actually look excited about talking about this. It probably should have caught her off guard (because men who actually wanted to have children, her in opinion, were few and far in between), but it didn't. Mackenzie simply smiled as she stood up to walk over to him.

"Well, I was thinking," she started, sitting next to him on the bed now. Mackenzie reached up and pulled all her hair on one side of her shoulder as she thought about how to say what she wanted to say. She definitely should have though this through, or at least given herself more time at the vanity to think. "Maybe not now, but soon? I think that we should have a baby, but is now the right time?"

Was there ever really a right time? From what she had heard in the hospital alone, that didn't exist. "I'm not exactly sure, I just wanted to talk about it." Mackenzie smiled again, and then turned to drop her head on Sebastian's shoulder.

Sebastian's neck turned a bit and he pressed his lips to the top of Mackenzie's forehead instantly. Huh. While he had thought about their children (extensively, really--) he'd never actually settled on a time or date for them. It was more like...they would just happen, you know? He just saw himself attempting to show his son how to play football (attempting because he was quite awful at it), and he could picture Mackenzie perfectly tying up their daughter's hair with ribbons and---yes, he'd definitely thought about this before.

"Well," he began, his hand crossing over his chest to run slowly down her arm, "I could always apply for a local job, I'd be home even more now." The idea of not traveling stung slightly, but the other, more overwhelming idea of being a father and having the time to stay home with his children and be a huge part of their lives was squashing any sort of bad feelings.

"And it's not like---there will always be things to take pictures of," Sebastian said with a sagely nod, because this was an absolute fact. "And! And--" he shifted to face Mackenzie fully, "Maybe when they're older, they could come with me! You too, I mean, of course, but---that'd be loads of fun to tell their friends at Hogwarts, right? 'Oh hey, you went to the beach this summer? Yeah I went to Australia and hung out with wallabies.'"

"Wallabies," Mackenzie mused, and let out a short breath of air. She liked the idea of wallabies. Well, not the actual reality of her children touching and holding a random animal, but the picture forming in her head of being a family and doing things together was too perfect to pass up completely. It was just so--- it made her heart ache just thinking about it.

She truly did believe she was meant to be a mother, how sad or pathetic that was, Mackenzie didn't care. Sue her if she wasn't quite able to rid herself of that one life lesson her mother had managed to bang into her to this day; grow up, get married, have children. It just seemed so nice when she was able to picture her own curly-haired children running around, scaring the living daylights out of the duck family while she and Sebastian watched on the porch.

"I think we should do that," Mackenzie started quietly as she picked her head up. A smile played on her lips as she placed one hand on his chest before pressing her lips onto his. "But after a while, once you have had enough of traveling and everything has settled down at the hospital." She kissed him again, moving the other hand to rest behind his ears and in his hair.

"Thank you for being so---" Mackenzie pulled away for a second to think. "calm about this," she teased, forming the words around his mouth.

Sebastian couldn't help the stupid grin on his face; it was on his face a lot, and it was mostly because this woman could drive him wild with the bat of her eyes. He was enjoying the fact that the silly smile would also be applicable now to the thought of having children, that it wasn't just a random idea that popped into his head whenever he met with his nephew or godson. He hadn't been thinking about it seriously as Mackenzie seemingly had, but it was never a forbidden subject for Sebastian to talk or joke about.

Nah. He hadn't questioned marrying so young for even a second. And he'd had a lot of seconds to think about it too, especially with their families hating the idea and Sebastian almost being murdered because of it. So--he was very open with his true feelings (whether they be giddy or furious or completely bewildered), and was glad that Mackenzie appreciated it. He was calm because he believed they could handle it, and why shouldn't he?

They were only the most awesome married couple ever.

His kisses became more fervent and Sebastian's hands slid around her waist, "I think---" they were so good at this snogging and having discussions thing, "---this would be a good time---for baby making."

Against her better judgement, Mackenzie let out a laugh of air into his open mouth, and her shoulders sagged slightly with amusement. Well, completely forget what they had just spent a quarter of an hour talking about, she honestly didn't care.

Babies, babies, babies.

Well of course she cared, but--- everyone in the hospital did say there was never the perfect time. So.

She pushed his hands off from around her waist, slipping out of his grasp for a few seconds. "I think, Mr. Goldstein," Mackenzie started, moving once again to place both her hands on to his chest. A small smile stayed on her lips as she shifted to sit on top of him. With one last breath of air, Mackenzie pushed him backward onto the bed. "That you are very right."