Rachel snorted indelicately. Why shouldn't they assert perfectly well that they would tolerate absolutely no outside pressure when it came to their own family? Unless, of course, Gabriel didn't mind other people dictating the way things ought to be done in his own home—the thought set Rachel's teeth on edge, literally, as an audible click sounded when she clenched her jaw. Hadn't the two of them been bossed around enough during their lives? It was high time they made people stop telling them what to do and how to do it. Perhaps her own poor relations with her parents made it difficult to see why Gabriel would want to pander to his mother's wishes; she understood it in theory, but empathically, the motivation was lost on her.
"I don't see why she needs to be told one way or the other, in any case!" she retorted, hands beginning to curl into fists hanging by her sides. "To the best of my knowledge, there are only two people who have any right at all in deciding whether or not we have children. And as they are both standing here at this very minute and she is not among them, it seems to me that it doesn't concern her at all!"
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