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“I can’t sit up straight,” their dad added, still hiding in the back of the group.
“Thatch couldn’t either, when he first started,” Lyric told them. “Do what you can do. Flexibility is a process.”
Ha.He seemed to remember her “helping” him get into poses during his first few sessions. Not that he’d minded her touching him.
“Let’s move into some cat/cow spinal stretching,” she suggested.
Then his father proceeded to moo every time he moved into the cow stretch, which made everyone crack up, including Lyric. His father had always nailed the whole dad humor thing.
“Next time, we’re only doing a girls’ yoga session,” his mother announced, following all the rules and movements perfectly, as per usual. “Poor Lyric, having to put up with all this silliness.”
His dad shrugged, still in a cow stretch. “What can I say? I’m much better at humor than I am at yoga.”
“That’s debatable,” Thatch muttered, making everyone laugh again.
They were never going to get through this class.
“I’m actually having a wonderful time with you all. I want this to be fun.” Lyric raised an eyebrow. “Tell me the truth, though, how bad are things going to get if we go into a downward dog pose?”
“You don’t want to know,” Liam said.
“Downward dog is one of my favorites.” Sienna smirked. “At least when no one is cracking jokes.”
“That settles it.” Lyric assumed the position. “Everyone, curl your toes under and push your hips up toward the sky.” She lifted her head and aimed a playfully stern frown at their father. “But no barking please.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he said solemnly.
But then the man started to sing John Denver songs when they were in mountain pose, and his family continued to talk the entire time too. They’d never known how to be quiet.
After they’d ended with a few sun salutations, everyone started to roll up their mats.
His father brought his to the shelf first. “I didn’t believe yoga would fix my posture.” He paused dramatically. “But Istandcorrected.”
Thatch shared a wince with his brother. “Yikes.”
Lyric seemed to think the joke was hilarious, though.
“Don’t encourage him.” His mom nudged his dad away from Lyric. “What a fabulous class. Thank you, honey. You absolutely have to come and visit us on the farm sometime.”
Whoa.Next thing they knew, she’d be asking about a wedding date. “Mom, Lyric’s pretty busy—”
“I’d love to come and visit the farm.” She put her arm around him. “Maybe in the fall.”
“Oh, it’s lovely in the fall.”See? Told you so, his mom seemed to say with her eyes.
“We’ve got to head out.” Liam put his and Sienna’s mats away. “We’re doing a Jeep tour this afternoon.”
“But thank you for the class. I feel wonderful.” Sienna squeezed Lyric’s hand warmly, and Thatch could hardly believe how comfortable all of this was, his family together, Lyric with them. Everything seemed to fit.
“We’re on our way out too,” his mother informed them. “We’re meeting Minnie and Louie for happy hour.”
“Sounds fun.” Thatch tried not to look as thrilled as he felt that he could spend the rest of the evening alone with Lyric.
“But we’ll see you both for breakfast in the morning before we head out,” she said on her way through the door. “Nine o’clock. Don’t be late.”
After the door closed, Thatch let out a long, slow, yoga cleansing breath. “I’m sorry my family’s so weird.”
“Are you kidding?” Lyric walked her hands up his chest. “They’re hilarious. And so welcoming and friendly.” Her smile brightened. “They make me feel like I fit right in.”
