I’d never do anything to hurt you.

“Almost secluded enough to forget about you know… everything,” she waves her fork.

I can practically see her deflating.

“You weren’t sold, Roisin.”

She blinks at me.

“You’ve had a shit hand of cards. You really have. But I think your mother probably thought she was doing what’s best for you.”

“It’s not the choice I would make for my child,” she mutters fiercely.

A smile tugs at the corner of my lips. “We never talked about that, before.”

“About what?” she licks the edge of her fork, and I go still at the sight of her pink tongue darting out at the edge of the metal.

“Kids,” I grunt.

Roisin leans back. “Well why would we? We were only pretending to be a couple then.”

The unspoken question, the one that asksand what are we now, lingers between us.

“Still. It might have helped with our cover. Helps with it now, actually.”

“Oh pish. We’re not still pretending we’re a couple, are we?” Roisin rolls her eyes.

I put my elbows down on the dining room table. “I’m not pretending.”

Her nose wrinkles. “Marco…”

“Kids. Tell me.”

Roisin sighs. “I’ve never really thought about it. Obviously my own childhood was shite, and so I’m not exactly partial to repeating that on a child of my own.”

“I see.”

She smirks at me. “I’d imagine you’re the opposite. Big family, you want to have kids like rabbits. Your own football team, yeah?”

“No,” I say sharply.

A little too sharply.

Rosin huffs. “Okay well. I was just asking.”

“I know,” I amend. “I’m just… You know, I feel like I raised most of my siblings.”

“Even Dino?”

I nod. “Even Dino. The fact that he’s close in age didn’t mean shit. The second they were born, I was in charge of them. They were my responsibility as much as my parents’, even more so in some ways.”

“So that leaves you…” her voice trails off.

I sigh. “I guess I’ve never thought about it either, because of that. Everything I’ve ever done has been to set them up for success.”

“That sounds lonely.”

My eyes shoot to hers. “What?”