"Seele... I still think it's a silly name."

"Maybe, but they're the ones paying us, basically. I know you don't think there's anything wrong with that." In fact, it had been the week they had each gotten paid that they had started looking for a new place to live.

Someplace less... college student-ish and more permanent. Two moves in the space of six months was perhaps a bit much, but Yui hoped it would be their last for a while. It even had a second bedroom that could be for...

Yui stopped herself. They hadn't made a final decision, and there was no guarantee they'd get accepted. And there was no guarantee for anything else either. She hasn't talked about it with Gendo yet; they weren't even married! There weren't any biological definites either, and sometimes she wavered in her own assuredness.

If she hadn't been sure she had wanted to subject Gendo to the pressures of the project, how could she do that to a child, however indirectly? But some things seemed to work independently of her logic and common sense. Her desire to be a mother was one of those things.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing," she answered automatically, absently.

"Whenever you get that glazed look on your face, I know you're thinking about something; I've seen it happen enough. So what is it this time?"

Using the only method she knew effective of resisting his prodding, Yui avoided looking at Gendo. "Really, it's nothing. Just a daydream."

Gendo sat back a little and looked at her. "I bet I know what it's about," he said finally.

"You don't." She could feel herself starting to blush, and she knew that he did.

"You tried to hide it, which is a good thing, but you really like that last place. You were happy about the view and the privacy, but you were more excited about the second bedroom."

"It's more room and for such a reasonable price," she tried to explain.

"It is more room, but not for the two of us. Right?"

"I'm allowed to think about it, aren't I? There's nothing wrong with that."

Gendo chuckled and shook his head. "Nothing wrong with that at all, but then... I wasn't the one trying to hide it."

Yui sighed. "I just don't know. Sometimes I feel like there'd be nothing better in the world than to have someone call me Mommy, to have them rely on me, and for me to take care of... Then I think about it and that's the scariest thing in the entire world. And... I have no idea what you think about it."

"I haven't really thought about it. But... I think you're getting a little ahead of yourself; give it a little more time, until we're more settled. You might feel a little more strongly, one way or the other, then." Gendo smiled gently, waiting for the inevitable question.

"So..."

'Here it comes.'

"What _do_ you think about it?" Yui asked, sounding timid and unsure.

"I think... we should wait and talk about it later. But... if you really like the place, it's fine with me."

Sometimes Yui felt like a child with Gendo, and it had nothing to do with age. He just spoke to her sometimes in a way that was almost condescending, always giving in to what she wanted like she was his spoiled daughter. Yet, there were plenty of times that he acted immature. She would never forget when he had confessed to her, the look in his eyes.

His eyes that would never lie to her... As long as they said that he loved her she wouldn't rock the boat too much. And one day, some time in the future, they would be a family, a real family.

Yui would look in his eyes then and see the love there for their child. Sighing happily, she nodded. "I do like it. The morning sun will shine in through the window right across the head of the bed and..."

"If you've already started to interior decorate, that's the end of it. Let's go." He took her hands. "Really, wherever you go is home for me."