Nikki wasn't shy and never had been. When describing her, people inevitably used words like "outgoing", "effusive", and "loud and annoying." Everyone on earth has a personality; some are meek and quiet, others are the life of the party. Nikki didn't know if she was necessarily the latter, but she sure wasn't the former. She could talk to anyone and flourish in any situation she found herself in, even awkward ones. Hell, especially awkward ones. She was laid back and easygoing to such an extreme that awkward situations didn't faze her. She was the type of girl who could walk into a new school, not knowing anyone, with her head held high and walk out again with a boatload of friends and admierers.

In other words, Nikki didn't sweat things too much, but the idea of coming out to Carlitos' family filled her with dread.

Carlitos brought the idea up one afternoon while they were hanging out at her house. She had found her grandma's old Nintendo 64 in the attic and invited Carlitos over to play some games with her. "It's, like, an ancient relic," she told him over the phone, "I feel so low tech playing it, it's crazy." Carlitos wasn't able to come over right away because he had to study for a test at school, so she played around with the N64 herself. By the time he finally did make it over three days later, she was so good that she could smoke him in multiplayer, but took mercy on him. They started off light with Super Mario 64, then moved onto Star Fpx 64, GoldenEye 007, and finally Super Smash Brothers.

Even though it was his first time playing these games, Carlitos caught on quickly and gave her a real run for her money.

It was over one of these games that he told her about how Ronnie Anne had helped him in trying to win her over. Nikki didn't make any outward sign, but she wasn't exactly thrilled that Ronnie Anne knew about them. Even with the world as free and liberated as it was, a twenty-two year old woman going after a ten year old boy was highly irregular. Kids were off limits to a lot of people out there, but laws - and social opinion - had relaxed considerably over the past couple of years. She doubted she would be instantly thrown in jail the way she might have been ten years ago, but she could very well wind up sued or with a citation or something. With the new Social Credit Score System (SCSS), she might have points deducted, which would make it hard to rent and do other everyday things.

The SCSS was used mainly against right-wing extremists, but Nikki had heard horror stories of how it had been used against regular people for minor reasons.

Suffice it to say, she didn't want her relationship with Carlitos to get back to the wrong ears. If worst came to worst, the FBI would kick down her door at 3am and send her to one of the many work camps dotting the desert Southwest. At best…Ronnie Anne would hate her.

Not that that was a scenario that she liked much better. Ronnie Anne was her best friend and had been for years. She meant a lot to Nikki and Nikki didn't want to lose her. Being kind of predatory against her cousin was a good way to ruin their friendship.

Only, it really wasn't like that. At least not now. In the beginning, if Nikki was honest with herself, she just wanted to jump Carlitos' bones. Case closed, end of story. It was all about sex. She didn't plan for him to fall in love with her…and she really didn't plan to fall in love with him. Sex was…well, sex was easy. She had no problem giving her pussy to pretty much anyone (especially if they were a cute little shota), but she was a little more reluctant to give up her heart. Her pussy could take a pounding, her heart could not. Despite being outgoing and seemingly unflappable, she was sensitive deep down and the idea of falling in love scared her a little. Sex was sex; you did it, got dressed, and went your separate ways. Love was a whole other animal entirely. It was a bond, a seal, an entanglement, and once you got so knotted up that you could barely move, you couldn't just walk away. You could dip on some bad sex, but walking away from bad love wasn't quite so easy.

Nikki had never given much thought to the idea of love. She figured she would settle down one day and maybe (maybe) have kids, but that was a hazy shadow on a far horizon, just one of many possibilities. She was in no rush or hurry to get there. It would happen in the natural course of things, she figured, or it wouldn't.

Little did she know that Carlitos would change all of that.

Nikki's mind was so fogged with lust for the little boy that she didn't stop to think things through. If she had, she would have considered the possibility of Carlitos catching feelings. He was just a kid, after all, and it was his first time. He was bound to feel some type of way afterward. He wasn't mature enough to realize the disconnect between love and sex. Love is spiritual, sex is phyiscal. Love is of the soul, sex is of the flesh. To many people, they went hand in hand, but that wasn't actually true, you could totally have one without the other. Nikki knew that, and society itself was beginning to understand it as well.

Because she did not take that into consideration, she put herself, and Carlitos too, into a potentially volatile situation. She was, in essence (and entirely without meaning to) playing with his heart. Things could have turned out badly for both of them, but then Carlitos came to her and confessed his feelings. Her first reaction was one of fear, the kind you might feel when coming across a venomous snake coiled in a corner. Whoa, hey, I didn't sign up for this. She didn't put up her hands and back away slowly, but she might as well have for all the enthusiasm she felt at first.

She decided to keep an open mind and see where things went. After all, Carlitos was cute and sweet, so it might work out. They might to wind up getting married or anything, but a few dates, and maybe being boyfriend and girlfriend, wouldn't hurt. If things didn't work out in the end, they didn't work out, oh well, it happens. She wasn't looking forward to a nasty break up or to either him or her getting hurt, but if you're not taking a chance, are you even living?

Over the course of a week, Carlitos won her over with his charm and kindness. Looking back, it was improbable, perhaps even impossible, but in just a few days, she did a complete 180. Now she wasn't afrtaid of love and relationships. Indeed, she actively wanted to be with Carlitos She could totally see herself spending the rest of her life with him and loving every minute of it. He was everything she had ever wanted in a guy and when they were together, he made her feel good.

The day they played N64 games together, he told her that Ronnie Anne knew qabout them and that she was okay with it. Nikki was worried that Ronnie Anne would be upset with her but if she helped Carlitos, then she must actually be okay with it. Nikki decided then and there, however, that she and Ronnie Anne would have to have a had to know for sure where they stood and sort of felt the need to explain herself to her friend.

After the, Carlitos dropped a bombshell.

If bombshell it could be called.

He wanted her to meet his family.

As in: He wanted to tell them about him and her.

That idea instantly sent a shock of dread through Nikki's body. What would they think? How would they react? She didn't know very much about the Casagrandes beyond surface level stuff (she had met them all before) but she had the impression that they were old school Mexican. That is, that they didn't go for progressive social bullshit like kids having sex with adults. Then again, she was sure that she had seen a few weird things going on at their house when she had visited in the past. It was anybody's guess how they would take the news, but Nikki was nervous as hell and tried to put Carlitos off. She came up with an excuse for why now wasn't a good time, and he seemed to buy it.

Whew, that was a close one.

She knew that she was only putting off the inevitable, however.

A few days later, she met up with Ronnie Anne at the skate park. They sat on a bench with fontain drinks from a food stand across the street and talked about nothing. Finally, Nikki brought up the topic of Carlitos. "He told me about you," Ronnie Anne said.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," Ronnie Anne said. "He really likes you."

For some reason, that made Nikki feel all warm and fuzzy. "Yeah, I really like him too," she said.

"It's a little…odd," Ronnie Anne said, choosing her words very carefully, "but as long as you guys are happy, I don't have a problem with it. It'a not like you're forcing him or anything. God, he won't shut up about you."

They both laughed.

"You're gonna come out to the rest of the family, right?" Ronnie Anne asked.

Nikki frowned. "I guess we have too," she said. "Sooner or later. I'm a little worried how they'll take it, though."

"Don't be," Ronnie Anne said. "They'll be fine. Carlitos' mom is a little overprotective so she'll take a little convincing, but I think you'll do okay."

Nikki worriedly chewed her fingernails.

If she planned to be with Carlitos forever - and she certainly did - she would have to 'fess up to his family eventually. The huge age gap between them would always be an issue, no matter how long she waited, so why not just do it now and get it out of the way? Like ripping off a Band-Aid. Better to do that than to slowly peel it off and draw out the pain.

That night, she texted Carlitos can asked him to come over the next day after school. When he did, she took a deep breath and said, "I'm ready to meet your family."

Carlitos smiled. It was obviously very important to him that his family know about him and Nikki. His smile, she decided, and his happiness were enough to sustain her and get her through this.

A few days later, Nikki picked Carlitos up at school on her bike and together they went to the Casagrande bodega. She wore a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, her hair neatly combed and just a touch of black mascara around her eyes. She wanted to look nice and presentable, and this was as close to dressing up as she usually came. The day was hot and exceptionally bright, so she pedeled slowly, lest she get covered in sweat. When they arrived, she chained her bike to a NO PARKING sign out front, and they went in through a side door. A set of stairs led up to a suite of apartments above the store. The Casagrandes' business had picked up over the years and they were able to buy the entire building, turning the upper floors into living areas and expanding the store itself.

Carlitos called all of his family together for an important meeting, and they gathered in the living room. There were his grandparents, his cousins, aunts, uncles, and other assorted relatives that Nikki could neither name nor place. They shoved uo together on the couch like sardines in a tin, and others stood behind and around it like the world's biggest jury. They all looked at Nikki curiously, wondering why she was there, and she felt a hot blush creeping up the back of her neck. She resisted the urge to squirm under their gazes and flicked her eyes to the floor, unable to meet their suspicious brown eyes.

When everyone was situated - Carlitos' mom and dad front and center on the couch - Carlitos stood next to Nikki and surveyed his family with that coky, boyish grin of his. His face shone like a lamp and his eyes twinkled gayly, putting Nikki in mind of starlight. He was so adorable that she could hardly resist snatching him up in a big, lusty bear hug. "I have an announcement," he said.

Everyone looked at him expectantly.

"I want you all to officially meet my girlfriend, Nikki." With that, he put his arm around her hips. That was as high as he could reach since their height difference was just as startling as their age difference.

The air seemed to leave the room with a dramatic whoosh, and for a second, Nikki could have sworn time stood still. Finally, Carlitos' grandfather broke the silence. "Congratulations! Look at you with an older woman. And I was starting to think you were gay."

The other men in the family were similarly happy for Carlitos, treating his "bagging" of an older woman as a point of pride. The cousins, all friendly with Nikki, were excited and happy for them. The older female relatives eyed Nikki critically and whispered to each other in Spanish. Frida, Carlitos's mother, stood up and assailed Carlitos in rapid fire Spanish, her brows angled down in an angry V. Carlitos replied in Spanish, and his mother gestured wildly at Nikki. Nikki didn't know Spanish from a hole in the ground but she could tell from the older woman's tone and body language that she wasn't happy. Carlitos' father stood up and put a hand on his wife's shoulder. "Now, now, we should give them a chance. Look how happy Carlitos is. He's been over the moon lately, you can't demy that. Now we know why."

"But she's so much older than him," Frida said, switching to English. "He needs someone his own age."

"Buy Mom," Carlitos said, "I love Nikki."

"And I love Carlitos," Nikki said, finally gathering the courage to speak. "I know the age difference is pretty big and all, but I really do love him and I want to be with him as badly as he wants to be with me."

"It's not a big deal," Ronnie Anne put in.

"It is a big deal," Frida shot back. "She's a grown woman and he's just a child. It will never work out. Relationships like that never do. He doesn't know want he really wants yet and she'll change her mind. I've seen it before."

Nikki took a deep, fortifying breath. "I'm not going to change my mind," she said. "I'm in love with Carlitos and I want to marry him one day."

Frida let out a deep sigh. "You don't know what you're talking about. You're an adult but still young. Carlitos is so much younger than you. It will be years yet before he can get a job, live on his own, or do anything. What are you going to do in the meantime? How are you going to handle having a husband who's still a child?"

For that, Nikki had no full, articulate response. Frida was right that the age difference between her and Carlitos was so great that it would be ten years at least until they could truly start a life together. He still had to finish elementary school, then middle and high school. And what about college? He had told her that he wanted to go to college. Taking all those things into consideration, it might very well be fifteen years or more until they could settle down, buy a house, and have children. Nikki would be, like, thirty eight years old by then.

That thought gave her pause.

But only for a second.

She loved Carlitos, full stop, and if loving him meant that she would have to wait twenty years to really begin her grown up life, so be it. She saId as much, and Frida sighed. "Mom, I know what I want," Carlitos said. "I'm not a baby. I love Nikki."

"Just give it a chance," Carlitos' father told Frida. "Nikki is a good girl."

The Mexican woman favored Nikki with a stern look that penetrated down to the blonde's very soul. Nikki resisted the urge to nervously rub the back of her neck, but could not suppress an anxious smile. Frida started to ask a question, but cut herself off, perhaps realizing that she didn't want to know the answer. "Have you two -?"

Had they what?

Had sex?

That was the first thought that occured to Nikki and she was absolutely certain that that's what Frida was going to ask. If they had had sex. Nikki was endlessly grateful that Frida didn't finish that thought - she did not want to admit in front of everyone (Frida especially) that she had "been with" Carlitos. That could very well sway Frida's opinion against her, and Nikki didn't want that.

Next to Nikki, Carlitos balled his hands to his face as if in prayer and shook them, begging his mother to decide in his favor. A thousand thoughts raced through Nikki's head as Frida stared at them. What if she forbid her from seeing Carlitos again? What if they were separated and couldn't be together? How would she survive without him? In just a short amount of time, he had become the most important thing in her life, the most vital piece of the puzzle that was her soul. If she couldn't see him anymore, she'd wither up and die like a delicate flower deprived of the sun.

This shit right here was why she didn't want to get involved in a relationship in the first place. Now she was dependent on him and all it took to bring her down low was keeping him away from her. Love makes one weak and vulnerable. It was beautiful and special but horrible too because it reduced you to a state such as this, where your entire happiness rested on one person, on one word. If Nikki had any say in the matter, she would walk away from this and never look back. She would hide herself away from love, brick her heart up behind a stone wall and never let it come out again. Only she didn't have a say. Her heart was in full control and it wanted what it wanted. No amount of complaining or wishing and hoping from the peanut gallery that was her brain would change that.

She had heard that diamonds were the strongest substance on earth. She never knew if that was true or not and never really cared to look. Now, however, she was 100 percent sure that they weren't. Love is the strongest substance on the face of the earth. It could make sane people act crazy, mean people nice, and neither time nor the elements could weaken it. People might fall out of love or drift away from their partner, but that's because they weren't really in love to begin with. She couldn't imagine herself not loving Carlitos.

Frida's words came back to her. What was it she said about Nikki still being young enough to change her mind? Never! She could understand where the older woman was coming from, however. People her age were still young and did often change their minds. There is an argument to be made that you don't really know what you want from life until you've lived a little. At twenty two, you have not yet reached your final form. Or at least, you haven't truly found yourself. That is a process that takes years of trial and error. No one her age wanted to hear that because it came off as dismissive and patonoizing, but it's true. You can't really discover who you are, what you like, what you don't, what you're made of, until you've been through the wringer a few times. People aren't static, they always change, but by thirty or so, you can begin to get a grasp on your true self.

That was a fact and Nikki knew it to be true. However, this was different. She was different. She knew with absolute, bone-deep certainty that she loved Carlitos and wanted to be with him forever. You can't mistake the amount of joy and happiness she felt, you can't misunderstand something so strong and pure. Whether she was twenty two or a hundred and two, she knew what she wanted and there was no disuading her. If Frida forbade her from seeing Carlitos, she would find a way to be with him. They would be like Romeo and Juliette, meeting in secret, stealing away to spend quiet moments together away from the prying eyes of those who did not understand.

If Nikki remembered correctly, Romeo and Juliette killed themselves. Now that was a little drastic. Nikki was kind of impatient, but if being with Carlitos meant that she had to wait until he was eighteen and able to legally make his own decisions, so be it. She would work night and day to get herself established in life so that they could get off to a strong start. Eight years was a long time - she could do a lot in that period. Like go to college.

Hell, she could become a doctor in eight years. Well, maybe a little more, but eight years would represent most of her education.

She pulled herself from her reprieve; before she worried about the future, she needed to worry about the here and now. Frida and her husband were conversing in Spanish, their talk quick and animated. Frida gestured wildly and her husband made sharp movements with his hands. They were obviously disagreeing, and quite vehemently at that. She didn't know what they were saying but from the grave looks on everyone's faces, it wasn't very good. Carlitos took her hand and gave it a light squeeze. She smiled down at him and he leaned against her, perhaps seeking comfort. She put her arm around his shoulders and despite everything happening right now - and everything that could happen in the future - she felt good, complete, whole.

Carlitos' father gestured to them and Frida looked. The expression of happiness on her son's face was unmistakable, overwhelming, he looked like all was right in his world. She had never seen him look that way, that much at peace, and she hesitated. "See?" her husband asked her in Spanish. "So what if they don't work out? Most young love doesn't…that doesn't mean you shouldn't let it happen."

All the outrage within her seemed to fade in that moment. A lot of people called her overprotective and, she guessed, they were right. She loved her son and she wanted what was best for him. She knew that this wasn't it…however, she also knew that people needed to live their own lives and make their own mistakes. That's how you truly learn: Not from being told, but from doing. That's why school wasn't just a series of lectures with no classwork. It was possible that she was wrong and that Nikki and Carlitos really were in the type of love that would endure. She seriously doubted it; they were both so young, and when you're young, every emotion is more powerful. As a girl, she was sure that she was in love with her first boyfriend, but she wasn't. She was too young then to know what love really was.

Her husband was right, however, in that you can't stamp out young love just because it might not last forever.

But there was also the age difference. She was very liberal toward a lot of things, but that one still didn't sit well with her. If they were closer in age, it would be different. In fact, she would be happy for her little boy and not say a single word against it.

Was it possible that on some subconscious level she was jealous of Nikki? Frida had no designs on her own son, but maybe, deep down, she felt like he was replacing her with another woman. Maybe she was afraid of being left out of his life from here on out, maybe she was afraid of him growing up.

Perhaps, but either way, the idea of him with a much older woman didn't sit well with her. He was too young, he could be so easily hurt and manipulated. She didn't think that Nikki would do that - she knew Nikki and she was, in fact, a "good girl" - but Nikki and Carlitos would not be on equal footing in their relationship, at least not for a long time. She was older and wiser, he was younger and more naive. That put him at a disadvantage. If Nikki ever took it into her head, she could really hurt him.

Yet even now, he was begging her with those big puppy dog eyes of his. Carlitos was her baby boy and she had always had a hard time telling him no. If he wanted a toy at the store, she bought it for him. If he wanted an extra slice of cake, she gave it to him. This was different, though. This was a situation where he would potentially be hurt. As his mother, it fell to her to know what was best for him and to take that route no matter how much he begged and pleaded. Still, looking into those eyes, she felt herself beginning to crumble. Nikki seemed genuine in her proclamations of love. As long as she didn't intentionally hurt or use Carlitos, what was the harm? It was young love, it would either blow over or it would stand the test of time. Either way, that's how it goes, what did she think she was going to do, protect Carlitos from life itself? She couldn't baby him forever; she couldn't wrap him up in bubble wrap and protect him from every cut, scrape, and sprain. He needed space to grow.

He needed to live.

Frida took a deep breath. "Alright," she said. "If this is what you want."

"It is," Carlitos replied enthuiastically.

She turned to Nikki, who flashed a nervous, toothy smile. Frida was not altogether convinced that this was right, but she would let it happen since Carlitos wanted it so much. "Come over here," she told Nikki.

Looking even more nervous than before, Nikki followed Frida to the side. Frida put her hand on Nikki's shoulder, and Nikki flinched a little, like she was afraid of Frida slapping or attacking her. Instead of doing either, she leaned in until the tips of their noses almost touched and lowered her voice to the most menacing whisper she could muster. "If you hurt my son," she said and dug her fingers into Nikki's shoulder, "I will ruin you."

Nikki swallowed hard and nodded her head. "I won't," she said. "I promise."

Frida gazed into her eyes for a long moment, then released her, satisfied that she had made her point. Nikki quickly slunk away and went to stand next to Carlitos, who was being congratulated by each member of the family one at a time. Frida crossed her arms and drew a deep sigh. She still wasn't happy about this, but she would wait and see before passing her final judgement. She wanted to see how Carlitos and Nikki interacted. Until then, she would be wary of the blonde and treat her as a potential threat to her son. She would be polite and civil but she would always be on her guard.

She just hoped everything turned out okay. For her son's sake…

…and for Nikki's.

A few days after telling his family about his relationship with Nikki, Carlitos was sitting in his last period class and twiddling his thumbs as he counted down the minutes to dismissal. The teacher, a fat man in his fifties, assigned the class quiet reading and then promptly fell asleep. Everyone was restless and goofing off, and Carlitos had given up on trying to read. He had a date with Nikki after school and she was picking him up today. It was the first time they'd been able to get together since the big reveal and he was really looking forward to it.

When the bell rang, everyone got up and filed out. Carlitos went to his locker, and then outside to wait for Nikki by the flagpole. Her car had just pulled into the parking lot when a group of boys surrounded him, the same ones from the park who'd chased him with their dicks out. "Hey, virgin," one of them greeted.

"Baby dick Carlitos," another said, "how's it hanging? Short and shriveled?"

They laughed and continued mocking him, tell him about all their made up exploits like they were some big accomplishment. Carlitos just smiled. "You guys are lying. You've never done anything with a girl. Maybe you got a handie in the bathroom but that's it. I, on the other hand, have a girlfriend, an older girl, and we have sex all the time."

For a second, the boys looked at him…then burst out laughing. "Yeah, right!" one of them called. "You're full of it."

Just then, Nikki walked up behind the boys, having presumably heard the last part of their conversation. Realizing who they were and what was going on, she shot Carlitos am evil little smile. "He's right," she said, and the boys turned quickly around, startled. "I am his girlfriend."

She brushed past them, picked Carlitos up, and kissed him. Their tongues swirled around each oth3er gracefully at first, then wilder and more sloppily as their passions rose. Carlitos snaked his hand into Nikki's shirt and began to massage her breast, her nipple stiffening under his touch. The boys' mouth all dropped open in perfect Os of shock and a shadow of lime green envy flickered across all of their faces. They couldn't believe what they were seeing: Little baby dick Carlitos tongue fucking a grown woman's mouth and rubbing her titty. They all looked at each other to confirm that this was actually happening.

Unfortunately, it was.

Nikki sat Carlitos down again and he grinned. "If you guys stopped pretending like you're hot shit and exaggerating things, you might get laid too one day. Just like me."

"Speaking of which," Nikki said, "it was nice to meet your friends, but we have a date, remember? And a long fuck session afterward."

Carlitos smirked. "That's right. See you guys."

Taking Nikki's hand, he walked away, leaving his bullies speechless and ashamed.

Thus, several months passed. Nikki spent a lot of time at the Casagrande house and Frida slowly warmed to her. She was still on edge because Carlitos was her baby, but she was sure now that he was in good hands. Carlitos, for his part, fell even more in love with Nikki. He was a passionate and romantic lover and went out of his way to make sure that each time they had sex was better for her than the last. He fantasized about marrying her and having a family, but he was too shy to say so, since he was sure that she would say they were going too fast. And maybe they were, but that was Carlitos for you.

Unbeknownst to him, Nikki felt the same way, especially about the family part. She loved Carlitos dearly but she was still a shota hunting pervert, and the thought of having a young boy's baby filled her with bliss and lust. She wanted to throw caution to the wind and make it happen, but she was worried that fatherhood might be a little much for Carlitos at the moment, so she kept those thoughts and feelings to herself.

One day, out of the blue, Carlitos' phone chirped with a text from Lily. He opened it to find a link. I made a video :) the text said. Watch it with Nikki.

As it so happened, Nikki was on her way over. When she got there, they went into his room and closed the door. They sat on the bed and clicked the link.

What they saw shocked them.

It was Lily having sex with her older brother Lincoln. She was on her hands and knees on the bed and gripping the blankets as he fucked her slowly from behind, letting the camera get clear shots of her wet, pink pussy. Her tongue lolled from her mouth and she shot the camera a seductive look. Nikki and Carlitos were both so turned on that they began to touch and fondle each other before the video was half done. By the end, Nikki was on top of him with her hands splayed on his chest and riding his cock for all it was worth.

When they were done, Carlitos texted Lily and she promised that there would be more videos.

He and Nikki became avid fans of Lily's videos. After the second one, he realized that Lily was pregnant, her stomach being kind of distended. The next day, they did a video call. "How did you guys like my video?" she asked.

"We loved it," he said, "it was great. It got us both so turned on that we had sex afterward."

Lily laughed merrily. "Great. That's exactly what I wanted."

Moving along, he asked, "Are you really pregnant?"

"Yes."

"Why didn't you tell me before?"

"I wanted to tell you for a while but I figured sending you my first video would be the best way."

"Why didn't you just tell me directly?"

She laughed. "Oh I know you Carlitos, from all you have told me of you and Nikki is clear to me you want to get her pregnant. Am I right?"

Shyly, he nodded.

"Well that is part of why I made that video and why I would do more to animate young boys and girls who want to be parents to do it"

Next, Carlitos spilled his guts to her, telling her all about how much he loved Nikki and wanted to start a family with her. Lily listened and nodded. "She's a really lucky girl to have a great guy like you so in love with her. Lisa and I convinced Lincoln toi impregnante us so I'm pretty good at convincing people of things lol. I think Nikki would like to have kids too. You should start by bringing that up with her."

"You think?"

"Sure," Lily said.

They ended their call shortly thereafter. Before he made any big decisions, he had one more person to talk to.

His cousin, Ronnie Anne.