"It's good," she insisted, turning to face him and sitting on the edge of the counter. "Especially for a relationship with two people who are as comfortable with each other as you and I are."
She sighed, cupping his jaw in her hands and resting her forehead against his. "It's alright. Don't worry about it."
She slipped off the counter and headed into the dining room, where her soft murmurs of affection towards the babies would barely reach his ears.