I would love to ask you that question and hear your answer.
Brooke's pulse rate absolutely spiked at that, but on the outside, she remained implicitly calm and cool. As Alexander spoke, she thought of all of the myths and stories that she'd heard about the Greek gods - many of them from Roxie herself as they were schoolgirls, huddled under blankets, watching tv together while eating sashimi and sipping on sparkling apple cider as though it were champagne. Did the gods who loved mortal women - did those women gain immortality?
Brooke couldn't remember.
Her pulse was racing too fast for her to be able to concentrate on those thoughts.
Do you even want children?
That question snapped Brooke back to the conversation at hand. "Not right away," she said. "There's so much I still want to accomplish before children enter the picture." She wasn't ready for children yet. On some level, Brooke was still damaged goods when it came to being ready for that. Regan Wyngarde had had a very specific way of raising Brooke, and given Rachel's diagnosis of Brooke being a sociopath some time ago...
"But one day? Yes. Of course. I want that. A husband. Children. Waitstaff. Nannies. Pets. Nannies for the pets. You know, the whole family." Or at least how a New York socialite defined family.
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Brooke's pulse rate absolutely spiked at that, but on the outside, she remained implicitly calm and cool. As Alexander spoke, she thought of all of the myths and stories that she'd heard about the Greek gods - many of them from Roxie herself as they were schoolgirls, huddled under blankets, watching tv together while eating sashimi and sipping on sparkling apple cider as though it were champagne. Did the gods who loved mortal women - did those women gain immortality?
Brooke couldn't remember.
Her pulse was racing too fast for her to be able to concentrate on those thoughts.
Do you even want children?
That question snapped Brooke back to the conversation at hand. "Not right away," she said. "There's so much I still want to accomplish before children enter the picture." She wasn't ready for children yet. On some level, Brooke was still damaged goods when it came to being ready for that. Regan Wyngarde had had a very specific way of raising Brooke, and given Rachel's diagnosis of Brooke being a sociopath some time ago...
"But one day? Yes. Of course. I want that. A husband. Children. Waitstaff. Nannies. Pets. Nannies for the pets. You know, the whole family." Or at least how a New York socialite defined family.