December 12, 2006
Chicago, Illinois
"So, Derek," Fran Morgan looked at her only son, sitting opposite her in her living room. "Do you have anyone serious?"
"No."
"What about Penelope Garcia?"
Derek shrugged. "I don't know."
"I'm not getting any younger, Derek. I want to meet my grandchildren before I die."
"Don't talk like that, Mama. You're going to live for a long time yet."
"But I still want to see you married, Derek."
"I know you do. The idea of being with someone forever though, it kind of freaks me out, Mama."
"Your dad and I started out as just friends. I think Penelope would be good for you."
"I know you do, and I do too. I just – I don't know."
"Promise me you'll think about it, Derek. I want to be there when you get married."
This is the next installment of my Leah/Reid series. It'll be at least four chapters long.