"Anyway, um ... my mom's a nice person. She means well." Most of the time. Audrey smiled as she smoothed her hair out. "Well, for what it's worth, I think we would make beautiful kids." I snorted, taken aback by the blunt statement. "Oh, you think so, huh?" "Oh, yeah," she insisted, pulling her hair back into a bouncy ponytail. "I mean, your coloring and my eyes? They'd have to be gorgeous." I looked to her eyes at the mention and even though I wouldn't say it—I could never say it—I knew she was right.
