Laura was so flustered she almost choked. They were just having a nice meal...
How did the topic suddenly turn to marriage and kids?
"Mom, can you please stop? You're making Laura uncomfortable."
"You be quiet. At your pace, who knows when I'll ever get to hold a grandchild. If you ask me, you two should just get married as soon as possible. That way, you won't have to worry about anyone trying to interfere."
Seeing her cheeks grow redder and redder, Aiden pinched the bridge of his nose. "Mom, we'll think about it. Let's just eat for now."
"Think about it seriously."
"I know."
Under the table, Aiden's long, slender fingers began tracing words, letter by letter, onto her palm.
When will you marry me, wifey?
Laura could vaguely make out the words Aiden was writing, and her heart skipped a beat.
The touch of his fingertips overwhelmed her senses. Her heart pounded like a wild deer, threatening to leap right out of her throat.
