The light to my cigarette

He appreciate the idea, immediately wanting more details. She would smile. "I'm fine with taking turns. I think Ill hold it first, on the plains before the end of spring. By then your new siblings will be old enough to meet." She would shift her weight, it was not uncommon for her to be completely uncomfortable. He would sit up a little taller, as though he was steeling himself for something. When he spoke again, she would still, her coral gaze snapping to his face. She was to be a grandmother. He was having children. She was going to be a grandmother. She remained silent, probably for the first time as a loss for words. "You make me sound so old." She would mutter, finally regaining herself. "Who is the mother? And I accept to be introduced to the little rugrats." A faint smile would tug at her lips, her tones mildly teasing, though she was still entirely seriously.

"Burn Baby Burn"