"You need to get married again, it's been far too long since Christina, and I want grandbabies, Wayne Dylan Davis," Grace, his mom, says. She had no shame in saying what she wanted from Waynes life. Wayne knew that if his full name was used by his mom, it was serious.

"I just wanted to come on by with a friend and you're still stuck on this?" He says, sitting back on the living room couch next to you, putting his arm up on the back of it.

"Your "friend" looks to be your type," she put 'friend' in quotation marks, saying it with suspicion as well, looking you over with slight judgment since Wayne really did have a type.

"Not now mama," he says quickly, just trying to save his ass.