Confession

“So, Palmer. When are you and Christopher going to give me grandkids?” Grace asked again, just like the other day, as they put the food on the dining table.

Hearing that request from his mother from the doorway, he couldn’t help but tense while he looked at Thomas, who patted his shoulder in a sympathetic manner.

Palmer shrugged her shoulders, but at that moment, she saw their men walk in with the plate of meat. She smiled, striding towards her husband to give him a kiss.

“Hello, handsome. Did you have a good time outside?” she asked. He gave her a faint smile, but she had noticed it was not the usual smile he always had.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay. Just hungry, so let’s join Mom and Thomas,” he replied, putting his arm on her shoulder before leading her to the dining area to enjoy the dinner.

The evening was enjoyable as they chatted and joked about their daily routines, lightening up the tension in Christopher’s body. That was, until Grace asked them again the questi