Gabriel's mouth looked like that of a fish out of water, "Because she's my mother, Rachel!" he sputtered, "I'm sorry if I don't find anything wrong with relaying to her the life decisions I make with the woman I love!"
He could have called her his wife, and he probably should have because Gabriel was quite certain that this was the first time he had ever referred to being in love with Rachel, in front of Rachel. He held his ground however, as if nothing out of the ordinary had been said; Gabriel was beginning to think that his choice of words had been an unconscious doing on his part. He wanted Rachel to know that his motives hadn't been to hurt her, that he in fact loved her and wished to keep things going as well as they had been, but he also needed her to see that this was an important topic to him and that it shouldn't be dismissed as quickly as she had.
Whether he was thinking about keeping the peace with his mother or having more children with Rachel, Gabriel wasn't sure, but he decided that they were definitely not going to be able to settle this tonight. He pressed his hand to his forehead and let out a breath. He was not going to agree with her, and she certainly wasn't going to agree with him. And, for the first time in his life, Gabriel didn't feel like lying about his feelings on a subject to end an argument. Rachel deserved the truth from him.
"I will inform her tomorrow," he said with some finality.
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