> "You're a grown man, Derek." his mother said, folding her hands in her lap
> "It's not like I can send you to your room.. although..."
>
> She let that sentence stop there, about to say 'although that may very
well
> have been the place they had had their relationship, so to speak. No, she
> wasn't going to say that to him.
>
> "You're....... expecting your first child... out of wedlock." she spoke,
as
> if trying out the idea aloud and against her better judgment.
>
"Good Lord it sound terrible when you say it like that," Derek told her with
a frown. He was okay with "having your first child part. He ran a hand
through his hair and leaned back in the leather chair.
