She flinched. After slipping into her nightgown along with the sheer vest, she sat beside me.
"No." She shook her head. "That's enough. Because if we count those fifteen years of longing, I see it as love, Rafael. And I want you to learn to understand that. The difference between your obsession and love. Because that's part of what we'll show our kids. We may be broken people, but that doesn't mean we can't raise our children with love."
I frowned, not quite understanding what she truly meant, but I didn't argue back. It felt like I needed to think it through instead of forcing my opinion on her.
"Fine. I'll learn the difference. It shouldn't be that hard," I said confidently.
My Nana blinked, clearly taken aback by my answer.
"Alright. That's good to hear. Then I'll go check on the kids now. You stay here for a bit before coming out, okay?"
"You want me to hide? Wouldn't it be even stranger if I sneaked out?"
"I told the kids I was fighting a cockroach."
