Zelda smiled back at Elsie. "I suppose you're right," she said.

The trouble was never really that Alfred would argue with her. The trouble was that Alfred would agree because it was what she wanted, because it would make her happy — Zelda remembered, still, how he had been willing to take measures to avoid getting her pregnant even on the first night of their (technical) marriage. And beyond that — Alfred would do anything to make her happy, if it came down to it, because she had run away with him once or because so many people had spent so long telling him he didn't deserve her, no matter how much Zelda had told him that he did.

So — he was on board, but whether he was on board because he agreed or because he wanted to keep her happy, Zelda couldn't tell, and she did not know how to be sure.

"Thank you," she said, and despite how shy she felt about it she was glad that she'd talked about Elsie. "Now. Where are you going to put the third baby in here?"