Just Dance
"It's about time for you two to have a baby."
"Huh?"
"I said, it's about time for you two to have a baby."
The brunette bounty hunter choked on her fifth piece of pineapple upside down cake and was nearly killed by the following coughing fit. She looked up at her mother with teary eyes. "I'm not going back to Morelli this time. We are through. Done. Finito. And I really mean it." She almost fell out of her chair in shock as her mother snorted. Yes, that's right, her well-mannered, perfect Burg housewife of a mother just snorted. And in a very unladylike way, mind you.
"I didn't mean that scum you used to date." Her mother waved a disdainful hand. "I was talking about Ranger."
She gaped at her mother in horror and disbelief. "R..Ranger? You were talking about Ranger?"
"Yes, of course I was talking about you and Ranger." Her mother said matter-of-factly, giving her head a tiny shake as if amazed at her daughter's stupidity. "I'm sure the two of you will produce the most beautiful babies."
Her eyes went glazed as she pictured a beautiful little boy...
with his father's enchanting midnight dark brown eyes,
with his father's luscious Mocha Latte skin,
with his father's dazzling trademark almost smile,
and his father's silky smooth straight hair...
No. don't go there. She gave herself a firm mental slap. "Mother, are you insane? I can't possibly have a child with him! I mean, we're not even sleeping with each other..." And that was exactly the reason why she'd been eating anything with sugar in them like carzy for the past 3.5 months. God, how she wanted to jump on him and tear all those clothes off his perfect body with her teeth and run her tongue along...Get a grip! She slapped her forehead so hard that she almost fainted. "We...I can't. I just can't."
Her mother put her most treasured china tea cup on the table and narrowed her eyes. "Why not?"
"He doesn't do relationship. And I can't do casual." She could feel her face burning. She was over 30 and now here she was, sitting in her parents' dining room, talking about her (lack of) sex life with her mother.
"You had no problem sleeping with that scum, and from what I've witnessed, you two were never committed to each other. If that's not casual, I don't know what that is.
"And as to 'he doesn't do relationship', he's always been around to help you out all these years. He loans you cars, he gives you jobs, and he keeps you safe whenever you're in trouble. I can recognize a relationship when I see one." Her mother reached a hand across the table and held her hand. "You can't expect a man to open his heart to you when you're stuck with another man in an unhealthy relationship. If you really love him, go to him and tell him you love him before it's too late."
"But...but he once told me he wouldn't do stupid things like marriage. Or babies." She whispered.
Again her mother snorted. "It's 21th century, child, it's totally okay to live together without marriage, and a lot of people in Europe don't do marriage and they live just fine. As to babies, maybe he'll change his mind someday. We'll have to wait and see. And don't forget you yourself don't want marriage or children either. Now go to him and come clean with all your feelings for him. Don't let the one true love of your life slip through your fingers."
She kissed her daughter on the cheek and watched her drive away toward the direction of Haywood Street. She went back inside the now empty house and turned on the DVD player in the living room. She then started to dance to Lady Gaga's songs. If everything went well, she would soon have a beautiful caramel-skinned grandchild. Just like the extremely handsome Latino dancers on the screen! She thought happily.
