“Hey. Miss me already?” I answer.
“Yes, you fool. Listen, my mom showed me a video and I’m totally on board with this. Have you seen those viral reels about old ladies and grown men being flower girls and ring bearers?”
I laugh. “Yeah.”
“What do you think about asking our grans to be our flower girls? You’re seeing yours today, yeah?”
“I love that. I think my gram will love it, too.”
“Cool. I was also thinking that maybe we ask Lo to be our ring bearer. Just because I think he’d have a lot of fun with it.”
“You don’t think the guys are going to be upset about that?”
“Actually, we have three guys on the team and I thought that maybe we’d split them between us as groomsmen.”
“Who do you want to cut in half, Keno?”
Keno laughs. “No. I get two and you get one. I’m kind of banking on your sister coming around by June.”
I sigh and close my eyes. “I’m down with that plan.”
“Cool. We can decide who gets who when we get home. I just wanted to mention our grans since we’ll both be seeing them today.”
“You’re already home, right?”
“Yep. Gran won’t be here for another couple hours, though. She’s stopping for an early dinner because she already had plans with the girls today.”
Keno sounds amused. I grin. “I hope we have an active social life when we’re old.”
“I hope we still have an active sex life when we’re old,” he counters.
I laugh. “I’m going inside. I just got here. I’ll call you later.”
“Kay. Bye.”
Honestly, I hope we still have an active sex life when we’re old too. Will it still be sexy then? Do our tastes mature as we mature?
I decide I’m not going to think about it too much and head in. I find my mom, dad, and gram in the dining room. Mom gets to her feet and hugs me tightly. “Everything okay?”
“Yes, why?”
“Dad said you had to take a call before you came in.”
“Oh. It was Keno. He had an idea he needed to get off his chest.”
She smiles and squeezes me a little tighter. “Come. Sit. Say hi to Gram.”
“I would if you’d stop monopolizing me, Ma.”
Mom smacks my arm as she retakes her seat. I round the table and give my gram a hug. “Hey, Gram. I’m glad you’re here.”
“Of course, Love. I’m always excited to see my grandson. How’s hockey? How’s this new fiancé?”
I laugh. “Hockey is hockey. We could use some improvement, but we’re not doing the absolute worst.”
“Just the second worst,” Dad coughs.
“If I had something to throw at you, I would,” I tell him and turn back to my grandmother. “My fiancé is good.”
