“Mom… can you sit down?”
Nobody says that lightly.
I wiped my hands on a towel and tried to soften it. “If you got someone pregnant, I need a minute to emotionally prepare. I refuse to be called Grandma before I’m ready.”
A weak breath of a laugh.
“Not that.”
“Okay. Good. Not good, but… better.”
I sat. He didn’t, not right away. Then he pulled the chair out and dropped into it like his legs barely held him.
“Mom… I need you not to be mad.”
“I’ll decide that after,” I said. “Talk to me.”
He swallowed.
“I took a DNA test.”
The words just… sat there.
