I hated sharing you with her. I was jealous of Sara. I hated sharing you with her, too. I was jealous of how popular you were at school. I was jealous...of how little time we had. I was jealous of Ellie Ferguson and my own mom for Christ's sake."The reason I never came back wasn't because I didn't love you. It wasn't because I didn't want to. It was because I worried — until this week — that if I did, it would end the same way for you. I worried my jealousy would get in the way and hurt you. I knew I was in for a ride and was just taking things slow. She asked me to share a pic of me and I did.She said I liked very young. I was like yes I’m just 20. That’s when she told me she was 31 and I relied on her saying I love women elder to me. When I asked her for her pic, she said not so fast with a heart emoticon. Since I was busy that time, I told her that I’d talk to her on the night and also apologized. She said that fine and left me her mobile no. And said I can’t always be on. I really resented that. The next evening when I watched Brook’s team finish practice, it seemed like a couple of the girls’ mothers were friendlier than usual. Brook noticed it, too. She mentioned it on the way home. ‘Dad, did I see Emily’s mom holding your arm while she was talking to you? It looked like she had her c-cups pushed against your arm, too. That’s no accident when a woman does that,’ Brook assured me. ‘Then I saw Mrs. Thomas offer you a drink of her soda. You seem to be the stud of. My mom looked straight into my eyes, and with a shy smile, dropped a bomb.“I want a baby!” my mom said, shocking me, to an extent.“What?” I was stunned, but I certainly sounded more horrified than I really was.“Listen, Karthik, I know you are 18, and I am 38, and your Dad is 40. It would be odd, but I really want a baby,” my mom explained, trying to make sure she helped me relax. She was, however, very serious about this, and really wanted a child.“Errr. That would be great, Mom,” I said,.