“There’s another thing,” she said. “This one is really the main reason why I contacted you.”
“Hit me,” Aunt calliope said.
She’d probably never get used to how Aunt calliope looked and the stuff she said. It never matched. “I want kids.”
“Kids?” Aunt calliope looked at her, confused.
“My biological clock is gonna give me a concussion soon from hitting me so hard. I want babies. I need to find someone to be with long-term who wants children.” She sighed. “I’ve wanted a family for so long it’s kind of sad. The men in my past have always said yes and then turned out to be such losers I never saw them as father material.”
“So you want a man who wants a family. Children.”
She nodded. “I want a man who wants that as a priority. Marriage. Kids. The whole nine yards.”
Aunt calliope scrunche
