Warnings: mentions of sex (the concept, not the characters doing it) and mild language
"Dad, how are babies made?" Dallas asked, sitting at the kitchen table one morning. Daisy spit out her coffee in response and Daniel choked on the pastry he was eating.
"Dal, why are you asking that question? You're only eight!" Daisy asked, astonished, wiping at her sweater where some coffee had spilled.
"Aren't you awfully young to know?" Daniel said cautiously, still coughing.
"I dunno. Robert and James from the class next door were talking about 'sex' yesterday," Dallas replied earnestly, taking a sip of his hot chocolate. "I asked them what sex was, and they said it's how babies are made. But they also said they didn't know how it works, so I told them I'll ask you and Mom."
Silence filled the kitchen before Daniel cleared his throat. "Give me and your mom one second, okay pal?" Daniel said without waiting for an answer. He hurriedly took Daisy by the arm and led her out of earshot, her facial expressions mirroring his.
"Isn't this a little early? To tell him?" Daisy whispered, to which Daniel nodded. "I thought we agreed we'd give him 'the talk' when he's 12 or 13."
"We can stick to that plan," Daniel nodded frantically. "The question is, how the hell do the other kids know about sex?"
"Probably got 'the talk' earlier," Daisy reasoned. "But I'm not ready to talk to Dallas about that yet."
"Me neither," her husband responded. "So what, do we tell him sex is holding hands or something?"
Daisy nodded. "That's perfect. Let's go."
Dallas was still sitting at the kitchen table, finishing up his ham-and-cheese sandwich when his parents walked back in.
"Okay, Dal, you ready to know what sex is?" Daniel asked, his voice wavering. Thankfully, this went unnoticed to the eight-year-old.
"Yeah!" Dallas said cheerfully, putting down the crust of his sandwich. Daniel looked at Daisy expectantly, who stared back at him, exasperated, before clearing her throat. Daniel inwardly sighed in relief and went to put the dishes in the sink.
"So, Dal. Uh, sex is when two adults love each other very much, and they uh- they decide to hold hands to show their love. Like me and your dad do," Daisy managed to stammer out. It was finally done and over with.
"Oh, okay!" Dallas said, getting out of his chair and running upstairs to brush his teeth. "Thanks, Mom! I'll ask Veronica if she wants to have sex during lunch!"
The sound of Daniel's ceramic mug shattering on the wooden kitchen floor rang in Daisy's ears.
Well, this was certainly a hilarious chapter to write. Just imagining Chloe and Enver's facial expressions if their kid asked them that cracks me up.
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