[b]“Woah a puppy? What did the kids slip you at dinner?”[/b] Josh grabbed the folded blanket from the corner of the room and lay it over his wife. He flopped next to her. Both Sophie and Luca couldn’t stop talking about puppies. The last time he had any interaction with a canine was being chased by a  German Shepherd in the middle of the night across the backyard of a Swiss banker. When he shot the brute, he didn’t feel an ounce of remorse.

[b]“You’ll have to be a lot more persuasive and get me a lot drunker to say yes to allowing a demon, I mean puppy into this home.” [/b]

After the talk of puppies, twins didn't sound like a bad idea. He could handle another kid. Maybe hire a housekeeper or cut back on a few contracts at work. As nice as two million quid a year is, they certainly could live off half that.

[b]"I wish you didn't have to go away so much. I miss you when you aren't here."[/b]

He closed his eyes. He hated it when she says that. He knew how much it hurts her for him to be away so much. Josh reached out and squeezed her hand.

[b]“I could also be persuaded to cut back on a few new contracts at work. Take a few less trips, come home a little earlier.”[/b]

Peircesons and White Consulting is what he called his fake business. To all that knew him personally, he was an interpreter and consultant that advises corporations on international negotiations. 

[b]“Maybe we could even hire a some help,”[/b] he continued.
[b]“With me around more then having another child could be an option.”[/b] He downed the last of the wine in his glass. Still couldn’t believe what he had promised after giving it exactly a five second thought. Afraid to hear her answer, he poured himself another glass of wine.