Children

Damion

“I didn’t say that.”

More hedging. Then a thought crossed my mind. “I’m sorry if I’m being insensitive, but is it because you can’t have children?”

She smiled. “It’s not insensitive. I don’t know if I can or can’t, but I don’t know of any reason why I can’t.”

I nodded. It was still not exactly the answer I was looking for. “I see.”

“Hey, you never know. Maybe one of these days, I’ll find someone I like enough to go halfsies in making a baby.”

“Oh,” I said, returning my focus to the pipes.

She squatted down beside me. “I’m kidding.”

“Which part?” I mumbled.

“Most of it.”

I was on my knees and forced to look up at her. “Most of it?”

“I would love to have a family. I love the idea of family.”

“I hear a but in there.”

She sighed. “I don’t think I would be a good mother. I have nothing to go on. I don’t have an image of what a good mother should be.”

I grabbed her hand and pulled her to her knees. “You don’t need formal training. Mothering just comes naturally to you.”

“Not to every