"Oh Scotty! I'm so proud of you!" She almost hugged him but remembered the baby sleeping in his arms. Instead she squeezed his arm.
"I was taking classes in Lebanon so I'm actually ahead because I basically was able to double up. I just need one more semester and I can begin teaching." He eyed her as she beamed.
"And what about you Miss Vanessa White? You never told me what happened up in New York."
Her smile faded. "Maybe we can save that for another day."
He watched her in worry. "Is everything okay?"
She nodded and gave him a slight smile. "I worked but …" she didn't know how to put it into words. After being Crash's mother, she was unsure if she still wanted to be a professional performer. It was hard to actually verbalize that thought since it had been one of her desires since she was a child.
"What are you saying, babe?" He asked. She felt warm and secure at the familiar term of endearment.
"I'm saying that I think I might want something else now."