“Do you ever think of kids?” I started to hack like a cat
“What!? I’m nineteen” I stressed.
Clara stared wistfully at the sleeping babies a few feet away from us.
“I know.” She sighed, falling back into the chair. “You’re young – we’re young. But they are just so cute.”
“You want to start having kids?” I asked. I wasn’t all that interested in whether or not she wanted to start procreating.
“I don’t know – I’m not sure I’m ready for that yet. But Jake keeps talking nonstop about starting a family now that he’s graduated.” Her cheeks flushed.
After mating, it seemed babies were next. I didn’t know how to feel about that.
I stared at the kids for a while. They looked so calm and ethereal with their curly hair and full lashes, their chubby cheeks. They were cute, alright. T
