Elena POV:
We sat at the dinner table, Amanda was sipping her red wine and my mother was sipping her white wine. My father sat silently and so did Derek and I. "It's so good to have the family together for dinner, wouldn't you say?" Asked my mother as she looked in my direction. I looked down at my plate, ignoring her. My father cleared his throat and Derek reached for my hand under the table. "So, " started my mother again, and I felt myself dread whatever was about to come out of her mouth. "When can I expect my grandchildren, son?" She asked, Derek's knife and fork fell out of his hand, clattering against the fine plates. "Mom!" He exclaimed on the spot. "What?" She asked, "we need an heir and Amanda is more than ready, aren't you?" She asked directing her question towards Amanda. Aman
