They tell me to drive home. As I drive home I realize I have to tell her she can't have kids. I pull over and start crying. When I get back into my car i'm still crying. I think of ways to tell her. I decide that I will invite her over and then we can go to my room and talk.

The next day at school I see her and she still looks beautiful. Restless, but pretty. I see her and walk over to her.

"Hey" I say, " do you wanna come over tonight?"

"Sure that sounds better than driving" She replies

"ha ha yeah" I say.

The rest of the day is boring. All the same stuff as normal. But then Sara comes home with me. We play wipeout on the Wii until dinner. 

"So Sara, honey" My mom asks "how have you been?"

"Very good thank you for asking" she replies

"I hope you like ravioli" says dad, walking out with a crock pot of ravioli.

As Sara is asked a million more questions, It soon comes to the future.

"So do you plan on having kids?" Mom asks

"Yes," she answers "I really do hope that they turn out fine, and not the snoty bratty kind, but no matter what I will love them" 

I stand up and say " Sara lets go to my room"

"Ummmm Okay" She says

We rush up to my room and lie down on my bed. I prepare my self to tell her.