“So Carmen, when are you going to have children?” says the old woman, with thick red lip stick.

Carmen looks like she got slapped in the face, “Tia, we will have children when Shane and I are ready.”

“Well, doesn’t Shane want children?” Another snoopy aunt says.

Carmen grids her teeth, guess Shane and her will be having that talk now.

“I would love to have children with Carmen,” Shane says, Carmen immediately snaps her head up to look at Shane, “when we’re both ready for that commitment.”

“So Chane,” Mercedes speaks up, glaring at her sisters, “how many children would you want when you’re ready? And who will be the um…”

“Well, Carmen would definitely be the mother, she’d look gorgeous pregnant.” Shane says smiling, then the table fake awe’s at them, and the boys wipe away fake tears, “As for number, I’d have to say one…”

“What!”One of the noisy aunts says. “This is Mexican family, there’s never 1 child. You better be given us like 10 into the family!”

The table laughs at Shane’s shock expression; maybe she should’ve taken the boy’s words seriously.

“Mom, tell them to be mind their own business,” Carmen says in whining voice, she loved, yet hated her family.

“They’re right! I want 30 grandchildren from you; you’ve made me wait long enough.” Mercedes says, giving in to the temptation of forcing them to conceive; it’d be easier with a man, least it could happen accidently.

Carmen sighs, being defeated. Who was she kidding, she’d gladly give her mother all the grandchildren she wanted, she just needed Shane to be there with her.

Shane looked over at Carmen, seeing the pain there, and found herself saying something she’d never thought she would say. “I promise I won’t make you wait long Ms.Morales.”

Carmen looks at her, and smiles, she knew from the Shane’s stunned eyes, it was another ‘did I really just say that’, which meant it came from her heart.

They finish up dinner, and head to their respective homes, after Shane’s response, no one brought up the subject anymore, haven gotten what they wanted.

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Carmen and Shane are both in their night clothes, Shane brushing her teeth, and Carmen laying in bed thinking.

When Shane comes out, seeing Carmen’s dazed staring of the ceiling, she goes over and lays next to her. She caresses Carmen’s face and moves it to face her. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing babe, I’m just thinking about dinner.”

Shane sighs knowingly, “about that-“

“It’s okay I understand, I’ll wait as long as you need if you ever decide to go through it.” Carmen said, though the pain in her eyes deceived her.

“Okay,” Shane says, not knowing how to handle this. Shane lays her head down, and Carmen lays her own head on her shoulder. Shane begins to think of when will she be ready for children. She looks down into Carmen’s eyes and sees her with unshed tears in her eyes, and she curses herself for being too weak. She sighs, “Carmen, how many children do you want?” Shane asks nervously.

“Honestly?” Carmen asks, she feels Shane nod her head, “Ten.”

Carmen laughs at Shane bulging eyes, “Ten?”

“Yes, what can I say I’m Mexican, we’re best baby makers.” Carmen says teasingly, trying to lighten the mood to not scare Shane away from talking about this when she is ready.

“Well, in that case,” Shane says in a shaky voice, “maybe we should get started.”

Carmen looks up into Shane’s serious eyes, letting her own unshed tears fall down her face, Carmen kisses Shane passionately. She loved her family’s gossipyness.

Random question: What the hell happened to Shane’s yacht?