Carmen P. O.V.

Shane: How?

Her deep voice scared me because she had been silently staring at Angel. I wrung my hands into each other and ran my fingers through my hair.

Carmen: The eggs we harvested just in case. I wanted to have a family right away with you, so I had them implanted before  the wedding.

Shane just nodded.

Shane: Donor?

Carmen: I uh just picked somebody of Hispanic descent. It didn’t really matter what they looked liked to me just that they were healthy and came from a good background.

Shane: You… had everything figured out right.

She looked at me and for some reason I scooted back. She looked angry but she was keeping her composure for some reason.

Carmen: I’m sorry I didn’t tell you but when you left I thought you didn’t want me anymore.

Before Shane could answer Angel came running over.

Angel: Mami can you swing me on the swing?

Carmen: si mi amor.

Shane grabbed my arm before I could fully get up.

Shane: I’ll take him. Do you mind if I take you?

Angel smiled at her and nodded.

I watched as she tentatively pick him up and look at his face. It looked like recognition had filled her face and then wonder. She smiled at him and he smiled back. I breathed a sigh of relief. She was ok with this. She could handle having a child with me. Angel seemed happy and content in her arms and I wanted to cry tears of joy. Maybe Shane and I could work out our differences and be a family for him. I watched for a little while before getting up to join them.  I stood on Shane’s left and when my body grazed hers she pulled away slightly. There was now a gap between us and she wouldn’t look my way. I was confused by this but we took turns pushing Angel on the swing. Shane picked him out of his swing.

Shane: Do you want some ice cream?

Angel: Mami can I?

I could see Shane’s shoulder tense up a little when Angel asked me but I couldn’t understand why. I just nodded towards Angel. The car ride was different. Shane decided to sit in the back with Angel and answer every one of his questions. She sometimes would point stuff out to him in the window, and tell him stories about it. At the ice cream shop the same thing happened. She kept talking to Angel and completely ignoring me. On one hand I was happy that she was taking an interest in him but on the other I expected her to talk to me also or at least want to. By the time we reached back to the apartment Angel was asleep. Shane carried him into the house and laid him on his bed. I watched as she smoothed back his curls and kissed his forehead. She saw me standing at the door.