Smirking, Kieran continued, “I held my hand out, she shook it, and I have not brought it up once until just now. You remember that, honey? You do?” he said. Jazz nodded again, and then mimed a gun going off through her laughter. “Then I just have this to say to you Jazz: love of my life, ye of little faith,” he said. “No pressure — I love you — I’m really sorry I did this again. And let’s get cracking on those kids, what do you say?” he finished.
