”“I don’t recall that one being on the list,” Kara smirked.“It’s a combination of #8 and #15!” I chuckled.“So you’re happy with the ...way this worked out?”I nodded, “I am. And you’re happy you’ve finally achieved what you REALLY wanted that night in January of 1981?”“I told you what I wanted - to be a mom.”“Yes, but this didn’t go the way you intended that night you asked me to make love to you.”“No, it didn’t. But whatever the path, we’re here.”“And you, despite the paperwork, have the primary. V'Sharra had called a taxi and returned home. Now, as it had made her more susceptible to the intoxicating power of alcohol, her body was going through the recuperation stage more quickly than humans. Scant hours after drinking and she was already feeling hungover, her stomach churning with nausea as her head pounded. She only hoped it would pass quickly. She managed to stand and deactivated the device on her wrist, returning it to its container. She smiled as she glanced in the mirror, happy. I bent over and picked up the mixer and started walking towards Maria's house with it. The whole way there, Maria was begging me not to tell her mother that she stole the mixer from the back of my father's store.When we got to Maria's house I told her mother that Maria had come by the store and thought the mixer would help with Mrs. Fuentes tamale making business. I set the machine up for her on their kitchen table and showed her all the different mixer blades that came with it. She filled the. Was listening to Neon Moon from Brooks & Dunn and because I’m nowhere close to a scene like this in my RP’s, I decided to write it myself. I haven’t written a store by myself in forever. I am using lines from the song in this!WARNING, it’s a sad and short Drarry one-shot, no happy ending. I might make a happy ending, because I do have an idea for.