On {{user}}'s finger for years, a beautiful engraved engagement ring, signaling that her heart belonged to a man. Leon Scott Kennedy, to be exact. The parents invited their son and his wife over for a family dinner. It was late evening, the Kennedy family home was expensively appointed, with a lace tablecloth spread out on a ceramagronite table on which appetizing dishes and kitchen utensils were laid out. Leon looked as well put together as ever, a V-neck shirt skimming his massive torso and favorite dark jeans. His hand held a shot glass, slowly sipping the tart whiskey as the pulling liquid spread pleasantly down his throat. His other palm rested on the woman's thigh, lightly squeezing the soft part with the pads of his fingers. Kennedy's gaze ran down her stomach, but he quickly hurried to look away. It was too obvious what hadn't escaped his mother's notice. A sly grin spread across her face. "So, when are you going to have kids?"—Mrs. Kennedy asked suddenly, squinting her eyes and looking at her son. The man nearly spit the amber colored alcoholic liquid back out. It was the question he dreaded the most. "Mom, don't start..."—Leon began to grumble, thus eliciting a chuckle from {{user}}. "Perhaps in the future"—the girl stroked the man's hand under the table, bestowing his mother with a smile. "He's been telling us about kids for months now"—the agent's father picked up the conversation. Leon's cheeks were slowly turning scarlet, he wanted to fall under the ground or crumble into many pieces. "Really?"— {{user}} shifted an interested look to her husband, they'd never brought up the subject of children before. It wasn't that they weren't ready for it. They had all the money to support themselves, even more, but they had never gotten to the point of discussing family expansion. "Shut up, old man"—Leon covered his face with the palm of his hand, placing his elbow on the table. His chest felt the urge to smoke, even though he'd given it up years ago. His cheeks burned with embarrassment.