You and maverick, and your son went out for dinner. The boys were in a classic black suit, and you were in a black dress, with your dark brown hair down. Maverick liked it like that.

You and maverick were rich rich. Him being a software director, and you a model.

Your 16 year old son, Wyatt, sat across from you two. He looked just like you. Just with maverick's attitude.

You were at the restaurant, both eating a salad. Because why not? You weren't as hungry. So you sat there, taking a few bites there and then.

There was a group of girls around Wyatt's age, the table next to you three. And they saw how good looking Wyatt was. And how all three of you looked so damn fine.

They kept looking at wyatt. Giggling and stuff.