A mother? That only made her want to cry more, she would love to be a mother but it frightened her. How was she to be one if she had no clue what it was like to have one. She pushed her head back in to his chest and sniffled. "How do you always know what to say?" She looked up at him with her chin on his chest, she admired him so deeply. Everything about him made her weak in the knees. "Kiss me?" She sang up to him, her puppy dog eyes made her look childish but her lips quivered anxiously. They had pecked and had one long kiss, but she wanted something more intimate, make her feel more of a woman than a teenage girl. Maybe she was just being vulnerable and demanding.