Pops has taken the men to the parlor for an after-dinner drink. Just like in the old days. Women and men go apart after dinner to talk a little before they join each other again. It is weird, but it is something that still is done by extremely rich people, see people like us. The women went outside, sitting on the terrace since the weather is still good, and the sunset is really beautiful out here.

"I want to swim."

We look at Amanda who is grinning at us, I chuckle about her face.

"You got a bikini or something with you?"
"No, you didn't told me to do so."
"Come with me, Amanda, I may have something that will fit you."

Amanda looks at Lisa who stands up. Amanda nods and looks at Paula who only smiles a little. Lisa gives her girlfriend a kiss and went inside, Amanda following her. I look at Paula who inhales deeply and sips some from her wine. She has been so quiet all this time, something is bothering her, I can see it.

Nana sits down next to me and looks at Paula as well, then to distract Paula a little, nana starts to talk to her. I look at mom. I can see her enjoying the last bit of sun. I see her sipping some wine. Hmm, I could use a glass of wine as well. I stand up and went inside to the kitchen. Mom sees me going and decides to follow me inside.

I take the bottle of red wine. I turn to get a glass when I see mom coming inside, she came closer and I see her smile.

"You're okay, Baby?"
"I'm good, mom, why you ask?"
"I don't know, you tell me?"

I get confused as I put down the glass. I want to open the bottle as I think about her question, but mom stops me and takes the bottle away. What is going on? Mom knows I drink wine sometimes, she is actually the one who taught me how to drink it. I know I am a minor, and I actually am not even allowed to drink alcohol, but no one seems to really stop me, or telling me I should not drink alcohol. And I am not that big of a drinker anyway.

"How long are you with Johnny now?"
"About eight days, why?"
"I heard you had a sexathon, or whatever word you made up for a sex marathon."

I giggle about that, I really still love that word. Mom is still smiling, but her eyes are talking serious business now. It made me stop giggling and inhaling deeply.

"Yes, I made up that word last Saturday when I was at his place."
"Your father told me you had sex nine times."
"Eight and a half, Johnny got sore, why are you asking me this?"
"Your father told me after, when we were alone in the study that you've been doing it unsafe, he said that he didn't want to become a grandfather yet and had recommended you two to use condoms and lube."

I see, I know where this is going to. A lecture about using protection during sex. They know Johnny is not my first, and I had this conversation before. Mom looks at my face, I look away.

"I'm not here to lecture you. I know you know what you're doing, but why did you think that unprotected sex would be a good idea anyway? You're not using the anticonception pill."
"I know mom, and I told Johnny it would be better for us to use protection, so we've taken dad's advice and we're using condoms and sperm killing lube now."

Mom starts to smile. I watch her putting the bottle back in the wine fridge. I start to frown as I watch her, why is she putting the wine back? I wanted to have a glass, she turns and I see her still smiling at me.

"I wanted a glass of wine."
"You're not drinking any."
"Mom, I know I'm too young to drink, but you know I sometimes drink a glass of wine. You were the one who taught me how to drink wine."

She takes my hands and I keep watching her face.

"It's not about not being allowed to drink, Baby."
"Then what is it about, mom?"
"How did the duck tasted?"

I frown about that question. What a question is that? Why is she asking me this? I am getting confused, mom is acting way too mysterious.

"It was really good, why? Did nana change the recipe?"
"No, that's the thing, it's the same recipe, nothing has changed."

How is the recipe the same while it tasted so differently? Mom sees my confusion growing.

"I'm confused, mom."
"See, there's a thing in our family, when we find our favorite food instantly taste better than before while nothing has changed, it's a sign that there's a bun in the oven."

I am not understanding what mom is trying to tell me. She sees my confusion.

"Nana and I have seen it, the rest hasn't yet, and I wanted to talk to you first about this."
"Mom, you're really confusing me."
"When are you due to get your period?"
"It should be next weekend I think, why?"

I see her face and she starts to smile a little more. Then it hits me, a bun in the oven, that is a reference to pregnancy, right? Wait, does mom and nana think I am pregnant? Mom sees my expression changing. I am still young, I should not be pregnant, I still have college to go to. Mom squeezes my hands to pull me out of my thoughts.

"Please do a test and let me know."
"Has dad got his bag with him?"
"I don't think it's smart to tell your father about this yet."

I inhale deeply and look down while I think. If I am pregnant, it must be from our sexathon which means I am only about eight days. I wonder how Johnny will react to this, he told me he wants babies with me.

"What if I am, mom?"
"I'm pretty sure you are, Baby."

Nana came into the kitchen to get herself a drink as well, she sees us and starts to smile. We look at her as she came closer, taking a hand from mom and one from me. Then she looks at mom, I see them smiling at each other.

"Have you asked Baby, sweetie?"
"I asked her to do a test, yes."

Nana looks at me, letting my hand go so she can cup my lower jaw. I can see her smile, her proud smile. Why are they not angry with this? If I am pregnant that is.

"I think you would make a great mother."
"Why do you both think I'm pregnant, maybe it's just false alarm."
"Your mother thought the same with Lisa, and that happened after only one-time unprotective sex with your father. You've had nine times unprotective sex with Johnny."
"Eight and a half."

I see them chuckling about it while I inhale deeply. Why is it so weird that we have sex a lot? Is this not something normal?

"I've never heard a man being able to do it this often in one day."
"He's amazing, nana."
"I believe so."
"Baby, I'm sure you'll be a great mother, and Johnny will be a great father. When I look at your life, how much you've done already, and how far you came already, and you're still so young."
"Listen to your mother, Baby, you're already an entrepreneur, and a self-made billionaire. You're very mature for your age."
"But I still need to go to college."
"Well, there are solutions to that."

I think about it. If I am pregnant, I need to wait a year of going to college. I know I can get all the help I need, and I will have all the support as well, but I am sure if I go to college while I am pregnant, and I also need to keep my company running, teaching Amanda. I am pretty sure that not even a very accomplished woman of thirty could handle it all.

"I need to wait a year longer with going to college when I'm pregnant. I can't work too hard anymore either, but I need to keep my company running."
"Who said you should stop doing everything? You're a strong young woman, Baby, just like nana and me. You got the strong genes. How do you think your father became a millionaire?"
"Or your grandfather became so powerful?"

I look at both their faces and inhale deeply. It reminds me of what pops always says. That I come from a strong line of independent women. I guess they are right, this would not be a thing I could not handle. I see Johnny changing and doing his best for the company. I already made him have a better name. He is doing his best to be a better man. I taught him how to network properly. I picture him holding our baby and I know I am smiling about that thought because I see mom and nana smiling at me.

"I can see you're thinking about it."
"I should tell Johnny."
"You should, but do it when you're alone, bring the news out when you're sure you're pregnant and do it when everyone sits together."
"Because of dad?"
"Yes, and I think because of Ron as well."

I giggle about that. Though I do think that Ron would be happy to hear the news, he sees his son changing too, and I have seen him changing as well.

"I'm thirsty though, and I really wanted some wine."
"You shouldn't drink alcohol, take some juice."

I sigh and give mom a nod. Nana gives me a kiss on my cheek and takes the bottle of Martini before she goes back outside. I watch mom taking a glass of wine for herself. She turns and sees my face.

"It will be fine, Baby, I'm sure."

I smile and give her a kiss on her cheek.

"Thanks, mom."

She smiles as she went outside. I inhale deeply. I turn to get the apple juice out of the fridge when Lisa and Amanda walk into the kitchen. I take a glass and turn, I jump when I see them standing near me. I was lost in my own thoughts there for a moment. I pour some juice in the glass and put the bottle back in the fridge while they are watching me. I look at them and see their expressions.

"What?"
"We heard you, mom and nana talking."

I sigh and look at the glass in my hands.

"It would be amazing, Baby."
"You don't think me being irresponsible?"
"No, you've always wanted children, and you're a strong woman."
"I agree with Lisa, and I think Johnny will be very happy."
"Thanks, girls, but don't tell anyone, please? I need to be sure first."
"I promise."

They say at the same time. I smile again and turn to go outside. I see the men are outside now as well. I watch Johnny laughing with pops and Ron. I see dad talking to Paula. I can see he is trying to get to know her. I sip some juice as I went to the other side of the pool, to look at the sunset. I sit down on the stairs that lead down to the private beach. Johnny sees me going and smiles. Pops sees his face and smiles.

"Go to her, son."
"I will."
"And remember, the right time only."

Johnny nods and came to me. He sits down and I look at him. I smile as I see him smiling at me. We kiss once and I lay my head against his shoulder to look at the sunset. He lays his arm around me and cuddles me a little.

"This is nice."
"Yes, I wish we could sit like this forever."

He chuckles about it and presses his face into my hair. I take his other hand and entwine fingers.

"I love you, Baby."
"I love you too, I want to be with you forever."
"Me too."