“Jon’s older—give him the guilt trip,” I retorted before shoveling a giant bite of fluffy pancake into my mouth.
“He’s much too focused on his career to think about dating, let alone fatherhood. All in due time for that one.” My mother was a piece of work, but at least she was consistent. I could set my watch by her jabs and snide remarks.
“I’m focusing on my career. Besides, I don’t even know if I want children.” The words slipped out before I realized what I was saying. That was not the way I had been planning on telling my parents I didn’t think motherhood was in the cards for me.
My mother gasped as my father’s jaw hit the floor.
“Are you trying to give your mother a heart attack?” Dad snapped.
I shrugged. “Just being honest. Plus, I have to find a guy first, and it is slim pickings out there.”
“You’ll find someone, honey,” my mother insisted as her breathing started to go back to normal.
Crisis averted.
“Just look at Annabelle and Harper. Annabelle is about to walk down the aisle with husband number two, and Harper just married that lovely motel owner. Oh, what’s his name again?” My mom sat there tapping her finger on her lips.
“Rhett, and he owns a bed and breakfast. It’s actually a historic landmark. It’s really impressive,” I rattled off quickly. I hated how my mother had a way of giving a compliment and dissing someone all at the same time.
“There are plenty of fish in the sea. You just have to chum the water.” Leave it to my dad to throw in his two cents in the weirdest, most cliché way possible.