"[b]Did you really just vote in favour of another baby, over a puppy?"[/b] 

The fact is, his meticulous contingency plans do not factor in animals. He survived in his line of work by planning. Every detail, and conceivable outcome has been thought of and addressed in his mind if his cover is blown and the shit hits the fan. He has a motorhome parked at a storage facility in town. There’s no way they could escape with a dog in tow, and he highly doubt his family would allow him to leave it behind. But a baby? Deep down, after Luca was born, he kinda thought they would end up with a third. 

[b]"I say baby gets my vote after all.."[/b] 

His heart skipped a beat. It looked like they were going to have another kid.

[b]“I need something stronger,” [/b]he said as he rose and made his way to the cabinet on the other end of the room. Opening up the liquor cupboard out of reach of the Kids, he selected the strongest Vodka they owned and two shot glasses. Pouring two shots he made his way back to the couch. Old habits die hard. In Russia, when life give you lemons, you drink vodka... lots of vodka. 

He passed Alix one of the shot glasses.