Joey's POV:
It was a week later and we were back at home. We had unpacked and Meghan moved into my room.
"Were do I put my clothes Babe?" she asked.
"The closet should be big enough."
I set up her plushies and posters.
"Do you wanna play some hungercraft? I've been neglecting my gaming channel lately," I came up behind her and rested my hands on her shoulder.
"Yes! I'm kind of bored," she jumped onto the bed with her lap top.
I pulled off my shirt and put on my head set.
Joey: Hello, hello everyone! I'm here with Meghansan! Say hi wifey!
Meghan: Hey guys!
Joey: Click on US twenty-seven.
Meghan: I'm in!
Joey: Good! Vote for one. It's Dry Bones!
Meghan: Uhhh-How do I vote?
Joey: Oh, never mind.
Meghan: It started! AAAHHH!
Joey: Meet me at corn!
Meghan: Nope. I'm running.
Joey: Your funeral.
Meghan: GUY WITH A STONE SWORD-I died.
Joey: What'd I tell you!
Meghan: I sowwy. Pwease forgive me.
Joey: I forgive youuuuuuu. Now come and spectate me.
Meghan: I am!
We kept playing for two hours, basically until I got tired. I laid down on the bed with Meghan. She curled up into my arms.
"What do you think we'll be like when we're old?" she asked.
"I don't like to think about that but, I hope we'll be old and wrinkley with a billion cats," I joked.
"Seriously!" she laughed.
"Maybe we'll be living in a big mansion, or a cabin. Maybe we'll have grandkids, maybe we won't."
"I hope we do," she whispered.
I thought about what it would be like. Children running around. Causing chaos. Snuggling in my lap. Wiping their hands on the walls. Kissing me everyday before they go to school.
"Me too."
