Carmen broke the peaceful silence with a sentence that sent my brain into overdrive.
"You know," she said, her voice soft but casual, like she was commenting on the weather, "I hope our child has hair like yours."
For a moment, I just blinked at her, completely frozen. Our child? Did she just say "our child"? Like, an actual human—or vampire, I guess—child? With my hair?
Inside my head, it was pure chaos. My brain lit up like one of Ciara's accidental explosions.
Wait, wait, wait. Child? As in, a baby? With hair like mine? And what does she mean by that? Are we talking hypotheticals here? Like, a far-in-the-future, wouldn't-it-be-cute kind of thing?
Or are we suddenly in a vampire science fiction movie where women can just magically—hold on. Do vampires have some weird supernatural way of making this happen? Is there a spell or a potion for lesbian baby-making?