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Grandma? Mum? Really need to talk.

What's wrong, sweetheart?

I...I don't know how to put it into words. Don't know where to start and you can't tell anyone, okay? *frets*

Who in the world would I tell? Of course I won't. *holds open her arms* Hug?

I dunno...Daddy, Grandma, Dulcie... *slips into her arms readily*

Dulcie wants a baby, and I'm not sure how to react... I mean I get jealous and I shouldn't be jealous, I mean it's a normal, maternal response right?

I won't. I promise. *holds her close*

She does? *blinks* I... wow. Aren't you all a little young to be thinking about babies? *Even though Nicky was 19 when Dulcie was born* You love her, of course you get jealous. You wouldn't be HUMAN if you didn't.

She wants a baby... I'm not sure that I do. At least not yet anyway. There's this guy, said that he could get her pregnant without the need for sex...and she really wants one... what right do I have to say no even though I don't want...

Every right. You have EVERY RIGHT to say you don't want it. *sighs*

But I'd do anything to make her happy...and if this would make her happy...

She thinks it would. She has no idea how hard it is to raise a child. How it changes EVERYTHING. You're both much too young. I'll tell her father MYSELF if she keeps talking about it.

*panics* But then she'll know that I told you!

Love, I'm not quite that obvious. You'd be amazed what I can run across.

*hugs her tightly, trying so hard not to cry*

Oh baby, don't be sad. We can figure something out, you know we can. And if she knows you don't want it, she won't do it. You know that.

We're awesome. *laughs tearfully* and I know she wouldn't, it's just...it's one thing I can't give her you know? I can't give her that and make it so it's both ours and it's something we did together...

actually... You all could eventually pick a donor together, and if they used an egg from you and the sperm and she carried it... it would be your baby. Together.

I never thought of it like that. *softly, staying quiet for long moments before smiling a little* Though not now, later. I mean I'm only 16.

*smiles* No, not now. You're much too young.

Yes, we are. *softly* Least Grandma Dawna had Grandpa Henry with Uncle Nathaniel. He was older even if he didn't really know what to do. He must have helped.

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