Shane laughed, “Yeah well don’t sweat it. I’m sure he will come to accept and then ignore your dramatic outbursts in time—just like I do.”

Carmen wrinkled her nose and glared at Shane as they turned off the lights and got ready for bed.

‘Damn she is cute!’ Shane thought to herself as she shimmied out of her jeans and pulled her shirt off.

As they laid under the covers and Shane pulled her lover in close to feel her warmth, Carmen thought of something she had been meaning to talk to Shane about.

“Shane?”

“Mhm?”

“Remember earlier when we were talking about the kid thing? And I said I knew you didn’t want kids?”

Shane cut her off, “How can you say you knew? You never even asked me what I wanted—you just assumed!”

Shane loved Carmen but it irritated her when the woman she loved didn’t even bother asking her about stuff. Carmen lay silently in thought while Shane was anxiously awaiting an explanation from her.

After a minute Carmen said, “Shane?”

Shane sighed, she was drained and honestly didn’t want to get into this but she knew there was really no way out of it. “Yeah?”

“Have you ever though about having kids?” Carmen said, as she looked up at her girlfriend with big, round, puppy dog eyes. Shane couldn’t help but smile.

“Yeah I’ve thought about it.”

“And?”

“And I don’t know. I know I’m not very good with kids. I mean they always seem to like me but I’m kinda freaked out by them. I don’t want to mess them up, you know? And I’m not really good at knowing what games to play with them and stuff because—because shit Carmen when I was a kid I was just trying to avoid getting caught stealing food from gas stations and watch my back when I was sleeping on the streets.”

The blunt honestly left a lump in Carmen’s throat. She really wasn’t expecting an answer like that from Shane. Shane had joked about sleeping on the streets and had told Carmen that she ran away from her foster homes a lot but she had never put it quite like that–she always tried to mention it casually or laugh about it.