For a moment, she takes in his words. Everything it means. It almost feels like her heart skips a beat, and she hates the stereotypical nonsense of it, but something happy rushes through her.

Peggy shifts, wraps both arms around him and pulls herself closer into a hug.

She laughs, softly, buries her face in the curve of his neck. "I'm certainly not opposed to it." Once she's said it out loud, the idea of it really takes clearer form in her mind. And she's okay with it. He's here, he's alive; isn't that enough?

Another laugh and then she pulls away enough to look at his face, give him a mock stern glare. "Though you better expect some bartering over the number of kids."