“Anything you want to ask. It can be simple like ‘What is your favorite color?’ or it can be dirty,” I add with a wink.
“Okay, we each write ten?” he questions.
“Yes.” Isaac takes the paper and pen and immediately writes three questions. What the hell? I’ve known all day I was planning this date and I haven’t come up with one single question. I need to get to work.
We spend the next fifteen minutes or so writing down our questions in silence. Concentrating is difficult with Isaac steadily writing. How is he so good at this? When we both have the questions written and folded, I pile two plates with egg salad and pimento cheese sandwiches, chips, pickles and olives, and a scoop of fruit salad. After handing a plate to Isaac, I refill our wine glasses and move back to sit next to him.
“Are you ready to play?” I ask a little unsure about this idea of mine.
“Fuck, yeah, I’m ready.”
Great, his excitement has me even more concerned about the kind of questions he wrote down.
“You draw first.” I hand Isaac the bowl. He pulls a strip out and opens it, laughing when he reads the paper.
“I guess we’re starting a little intense.” He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. I wonder who wrote the question and what it can possibly be. I don’t think any of mine were intense, funny, maybe, but not intense. My heart races with anticipation. “Do you want kids and if so, how many?”
Shit. He definitely wrote that question and it is… intense. This is something I know the answer to, but I’m not sure I’m ready to have this talk. It was my idea, so there is no way I’m getting out of this.
“Yes. I want kids. I’m not sure how many, but I’m thinking two or three at least.”
Isaac stares at me for a beat them beams. “Really! You want kids?”
“Yeah. Do you?”
“Absolutely. I’ve always imagined having a big family but never thought I would meet someone who wanted them, too.”
“How many kids are in ‘a big family’?”
“Five or six.” I choke on my wine at his answer.
“You want five or six kids?”
“Yep. And I want to adopt them. There are so many kids who need good homes. They deserve to have a family who loves them. No surrogates for me.”
I didn’t know it was possible to love this man more, but listening to him talk about adopting kids is causing all kinds of feelings to stir. I’m not sure about six kids, but I can see us having four.
“Wow, that’s a great idea. I always knew I wanted to have kids. I never thought about how I would have those kids. You’re right, there are a lot of kids who need a family. I would be open to adopting.”
“I think we just implied thatweshould adopt children together.” Isaac looks at me with so much love then leans over and give me a chaste kiss. “I would love nothing more than having a family with you.”
I can’t breathe for a second. Isaac Flores wants to have children with me. This might be the best date idea in the history of date ideas and we’re only on question one.
“Your turn.” Isaac shakes the bowl in front of me, pulling me out of my daydream.
I grab a strip of paper, reading the question silently. These papers need to be shuffled. This is another Isaac question. Trying not to be embarrassed, I read it out loud. “How old were you when you lost your virginity?”
He stares at me for long seconds. The longer he takes to answer the question, the more I worry about the answer. Was he that young? Finally, he drops his head and whispers, “Twenty.”
Shock. Complete shock is all I feel. There’s nothing wrong with being twenty when you lose your virginity, but I was positive Isaac would have lost it a lot younger. I mean look at him.
“I didn’t see that coming,” I joke.
He smirks at me. “And how old were you?”
“I don’t think you want to know the answer.”
“Oh, no, it doesn’t matter if you were older. You have to play. Spill.”