She was quiet for a full minute that seemed like an hour, a troubled look on her face as she chewed at her lower lip. She glanced at me for a second and then looked away again, "You're right, I have thought about it Ryan. Actually I've thought a lot about it since the other night."

"And?"

"And, because I love you and realize how badly you want to be with me that way I'm actually a little flattered, but mainly the idea just scares me, scares the hell out of me."

"Why?" She looked at me, her face now showing anger, "Why? Because you're my son. I gave birth...