She is not yet coordinated enough to grab at his hair, but when he tickles it in her face she wiggles a bit, making burbling sounds. It takes some time before she'll learn to laugh, Hamilton thinks, doesn't it? He can't wait to find out.
He nudges onto the bed next to Burr, cradling Theo against his chest.
"It leaves what we had in a different light, only," says Hamilton. "He cannot be what I need, though -- and you are, already." He leans his head against Burr's. "You make me want a future. You make me want to live to see it." A laugh enters his voice: "And I'd like to surround us with children -- what do you say, a dozen of ours, at least? Theo counted among them, of course." He's joking; a dozen times the fear of a few days ago would be quite a bit. But there is a wistful tone in there -- he imagines a large family, and it seems impossible, impossibly wonderful. "And all the doctors and midwives I can round up, next time, though they must of course submit themselves to Mrs. Smith's knowing authority."
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He nudges onto the bed next to Burr, cradling Theo against his chest.
"It leaves what we had in a different light, only," says Hamilton. "He cannot be what I need, though -- and you are, already." He leans his head against Burr's. "You make me want a future. You make me want to live to see it." A laugh enters his voice: "And I'd like to surround us with children -- what do you say, a dozen of ours, at least? Theo counted among them, of course." He's joking; a dozen times the fear of a few days ago would be quite a bit. But there is a wistful tone in there -- he imagines a large family, and it seems impossible, impossibly wonderful. "And all the doctors and midwives I can round up, next time, though they must of course submit themselves to Mrs. Smith's knowing authority."