Lady Jaye had laid down for a nap in Flint's bedroom in his apartment. They had spent the day showing his mother, Martha the sights and shopping for baby stuff and it had just exhausted her.

Martha looked in on the sleeping form of Lady Jaye and smiled slightly. She walked back out to the living room where her son was standing by the window and looking outside, sipping a cup of coffee. "Where did I go wrong? I thought I brought you up to be a responsible person!" Her hands were on her hips and she glared at him angrily but her eyes showed her disappointment.

Flint rubbed a hand along the back of his neck and glanced up at his mother, feeling a rush of heat spread across his cheeks. He was dangerously close to discussing sex with his mother.

"She was on birth control, mom," he muttered, not quite able to meet her eyes. "It's not like we were being completely irresponsible."

"And not telling your momma for 6 months!" Martha walked over to him and looked up at him. She may have been shorter than him but her eyes made her appear taller. "And what of her honor?"

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you," Flint said desperately, trying to placate her. "I didn't want you to be disappointed in me. I wanted to wait until we could get married and--"

"And?"

Flint looked down at the floor. "But we haven't gotten around to it," he finished lamely.

"Have you even talked to her to see what it is she wants?" Martha tapped him hard on the chest with her finger.

Flint backed up a step. He made sure not to scowl, as he would have were it anyone else badgering him like this. "She knows, mom. I mean, we haven't talked about it, but I'm sure she knows I want to."

Martha put her hands on her hips and gave her son the same look she used to give him as a little boy when he did something wrong. "So you haven't told her."

Flint realized he was scuffing his feet on the floor, a habitual response to her tone and posture. He forced his feet into stillness. "No," he said in a small voice. "Not in those words, no."

Martha pointed towards the back of the apartment where Jaye lay resting. "And that woman is carrying the most precious gift in the world for you and you haven't told her you love her?"

This time Flint did scowl, but it was directed at himself. He supposed that it was the prerogative of a parent to always be right. "I've told her plenty of times," he said, remembering the late nights and quiet moments when saying those words seemed easiest. Had he said it recently? He couldn't remember.

Martha shook her head and looked down at the floor. "Honestly boy you can be just as thick headed as your father." She looked up at him. "You need to tell her more if you want to keep her."

He was silent for a moment, thinking.

Martha stood there tapping her foot waiting impatiently for her youngest child to respond.

He knew she was right. He ought to make sure that he was there when Alison woke up. They needed to talk. "I'll talk to her tonight," he promised

"Now what about her parents? What do they say about this?"

"I'm not sure." Flint's scowl returned. "It sounds like they're not very close. She hasn't talked to them about it that I know of."

Martha's eyes squinted. "She hasn't told them either?"

"Mom, from what I can tell, her parents wouldn't care." Flint sighed, feeling the tightening in his chest that followed every time he thought about Alison's family. It wasn't fair that she had no family to share her life with. Flint had told her once that he would be her family. He wondered if she remembered that.

He stole a glance at the bedroom door, wishing that Alison would wake up, needing suddenly to comfort her, and to be comforted.

Martha shook her head again. "That is too bad. She's such a lovely girl."

"I'm glad you like her, mom." Flint gave her a smile.

Martha's facial features seemed to soften. "One last thing..."

"What is it, mom?"

"Where do you plan on putting two babies in this two bedroom apartment?"

Flint let out a bark of laughter. "We have three months to figure that out."

"I would suggest a house. You know there was that cute little one we passed today that was for sale." Martha said as she took his arm and they walked towards the back of the apartment.