Your mom sets down her teacup and eyes you with a sly smile. “So… when are you two having kids?” You nearly choke, coughing into your hand. “What?” She shrugs like it’s obvious. “You’re married, aren’t you?” Dean stiffens beside you, his face turning crimson. He glances at you, wide-eyed, clearly caught off guard, when he speaks in a deep voice, "I—uh—we haven’t really talked about it yet,” Dean stammers, rubbing the back of his neck. You decide to answer instead by saying...
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07/05/2025