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[paralaje]

"Romantic," Cougar accuses, but she's smiling where Jake can't see it, seeing as there's no one else she'd like to live with forever so much as she'd like to stay with him. Cougar rounds her shoulders because she likes the way she fits right in Jake's arms, leaning her head back against his shoulder. "Maybe a backyard. Where I can set up targets."

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"I'm plenty romantic," he protests, like they aren't cuddling on the floor of a bathroom they share with three other people. Brushing her hair out of her face, he kisses her forehead.

"I can get you a back yard," he promises with a smile. "Can we get a dog, too? I think the kids would like a dog." The kids would, but so would Jake. He's wanted a dog he could run with since he was a child himself.

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Cougar gives Jake a curious look, because yes, she wants a backyard but... "Kids?" she echoes, picking up on that part of what Jensen had said. "You want kids, plural. More than one kid?"

"How many?"

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"I don't know." He shrugs, feeling a little embarrassed to be caught out so easily. "Two? Maybe three? It was just me and my sister for a long time, so I'm not used to big families, but I don't like the idea of having an only child. Kids should have playmates. That's why I want a dog, too."

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Cougar raises a brow. She's just come around to the idea of having one kid that the idea of two or three is a strange one, not a bad one, but a strange one to consider being pregnant more than once. Better to have hoped for triplets and have it over with, she thinks. "Dog, yes. Good for protection," she says.

"Kids..." She turns to look him in the eyes. "Maybe."

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Triplets sounds like a nightmare. Jake would prefer to spread his kids out, give them a few years between, so that they can recover from the last one and give them time to grow up enough to be slightly more self-sufficient.

"Watch us get a little puffball of a dog, then." Jake is going to take their kids to the pound to pick a dog, which means they're going to end up with something ridiculous and purse-sized.

"I mean, it's up to you, of course. You'd be the one carrying them."

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"German shepherd," is Cougar's opinion on a dog. "Or golden retriever or lab." Something big and loyal. Jake is already puppy enough and eager to please, to the point that Cougar knows that she'll have two of them ready to growl and protect the homestead.

She wrinkles her nose, the floor getting cold. "Up," she insists. "I want to go see the picture of our baby."