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“For the record, I will always be feeling like it,” she told me.
“Me too,” I admitted. “But we might have to hang here for a bit until I get my house fixed up again.”
“I have lots of surfaces we need to break in. Not to mention the garden.”
Fucking her outside under the stars?
Yep.
Sign me up for that.
“In that case, I’ll be over right after you close up the restaurant for the day.”
“Deal,” she said, all the tension suddenly gone as she climbed out of the car. You know, until I broke the news to her.
“Hey, sweetheart,” I called, making her turn back.
“Yeah?”
“We have to have dinner at my mother’s house next weekend.”
Savannah - 9 days
“You’re fidgeting again,” he said, reaching over to grab my hands, stilling their movements in my lap as we pulled into his mother’s driveway.
It was silly to be so nervous.
But I knew how important his mom was to him, how much her approval would matter, whether he would admit that to me or not.
I mean, I’d spent something like four hours trying on every outfit I owned to find something to wear that I thought would be appropriate.
I’d settled on a yellow sundress with a faint little daisy print on it. Modest, pretty, not overly dressy, but not fully casual either. When I’d looked at Nino and I in the reflection of the car as we approached, I thought we looked right together.
In my lap was a bakery box full of my mom’s concoctions. I’d needed to promise her that if all went well, I would host a dinner with his mom, so the two of them could meet.
“We are going to be a family now, you know, my sweet girl.”
My heart had squeezed at the idea. Of family. A ring, a dress, a future, babies.
But I was trying not to get too far ahead of myself.
Things were good.
Better than good.
Absolutely freaking perfect.
So I was going to enjoy every second of that, and not try to focus too much on the future.
“Sorry. I know. I’m not usually nervous. I’m good with people! I talk to everyone. But this feels different. Big, you know? Meeting the mom. It was easier for you, not having to have the formal introduction.”
“Think I might have preferred a formal introduction to meeting her over your bleeding body, sweetheart,” he said with a warm smile.
“Still, it was a real… trial-by-fire thing, y’know? This feels like walking into an inquisition.”
“Oh, Savannah, no,” he said, grabbing my hand, and pulling it up to place a kiss to the back of my hand. “I think you are misunderstanding this. My mom wants to meet you so she can grill you about how many grandbabies you are going to give her. And if you want sunflowers at the wedding,” he said. “She’s already in love with you.”
“She doesn’t even know me!” I objected, then saw a guilty as hell look cross Nino’s face. “Do I?” I asked, suspicious. “Oh, my God. I’ve met her? And you didn’t tell me?”
