"Or are you pregnant now and keeping it from all of us?" She raises a brow at me, her fingers moving to touch my belly, but I move away from her touch.
"No, I am not pregnant, and it won't be happening anytime soon," I mumble the last part.
How do I tell her that Dante and I are not a match and we don't touch each other, thereby we can't have kids naturally, I assume?
"Is Dante okay?" She raises a brow, licking her lips in anxiety. "I mean sexually." She turns to me, eyes open, wanting to know.
"Are you that desperate for a grandchild that you would ask your son's wife if he was performing properly when it came to s*x?" I raise a brow at her, fully taking advantage of the awkward situation she put herself in.
She rolls her eyes, turning back to the show, "You do know if Dante doesn't
