“Well.” I took a deep breath. “We have something to show you.”
I lifted the box and opened it, holding it up to the camera, so they would be able to read it clearly.
I watched the little box in the screen for their reaction, but they both just sat there, not saying anything.
“Mom? Dad?” I moved the box, so they could see just Law and me now. I looked over at Cary and Luke, who were watching in, a sympathetic look crossing Cary’s face.
“We’re going to be grandparents?” my mother finally asked. She took my father’s hand in hers and leaned into him.
“Yes,” Law answered for me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder and pulling me toward him.
“You know how I feel about being a grandmother before fifty, Anya,” my mother scolded me, but a smile finally broke from her face and I knew we were in the clear.
“I know.” I laughed and relaxed in Law’s arms.
“We’ll need to come down and help get a nursery set up.” My mother grabbed for a notepad and my father took it from her hands.
“Love.” His term of endearment stopped my mother from trying to reach for the paper. “Let’s let them have some time to themselves.”
My father looked back up at us and there was a little gleam in his eyes, like I had seen in Luke’s. The pride that showed there was something I couldn’t have ever imagined seeing from him, especially not from me being pregnant.
I looked back up at Law, who was staring down at me. I lifted my head to kiss him while my parents were still connected. We were sitting in his parents’ house, all of our parents here, witnessing the start to the rest of our lives, and it was a moment I always wanted to remember.
