“Her mother must be an artist.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Her name. Not a name a man would choose, and not mainstream. It’s lovely and unusual.”
“As is she.”
Mom smiled, patting my hand. “I apologize for interrupting. First time?”
Despite the fact I’m a grown man, and my mother and I are very open about my sex life, that caught me off guard.
“How can you tell?”
“That soft glow on your faces. It must have been very good.” She touched my cheek fondly.
“It was the best. I can’t describe it.” Shaking my head, I fiddled with my coffee. “I think maybe this one will take.”
“Good. I want grandchildren.” Grinning, she smacked my cheek, pinching my lips together in a duck face. “At least four. Since you are my only issue, you need to be prolific.”
“Might have to get Cerise’s okay on that, Mother,” I said with the duck face.
“Good point.” She released me, smiling.
© 2019 Dellani Oakes