“I think that’s very thoughtful of you two, but teenagers aren’t always easy to handle,” my mom informs them. And she’s right. I wasn’t an easy one, and I’m sure Em wasn’t either.
“Oh, if anyone can handle a teenager quickly, it’s Amanda,” Emma giggles. “Back when I worked for her, she had this stern voice she would use. It would honestly scare me sometimes. There was no messing around when she brought out that tone and gave you that displeased look. She’ll do just fine with a teen.”
“And yet I always found you sitting around with Cecilia and Steve,” Amanda adds with narrowed eyes, smirking at Em.
“Well, now you know what to expect from a teenager. You can thank me later.”
I lean over and whisper into Bunny’s ear. “You weren’t a teen, though.”
She smacks my chest. “Shh. No one needs to know.”
I pull back and laugh with a head shake. “Everyone does know.” I’m rewarded with an eye roll from her part.
“What about you two? When are you making us another grandbaby?” my mom asks, watching Gracie play peekaboo with Lance.
“I’d say by the end of next year,” I tell her, smirking down at my plate when Emma straightens in her seat.
“Woah! Let’s back up a step. How about we get married before even talking about a baby?” Emma interjects with a nervous giggle.
“I say by the end of the summer there will be a baby in the oven.” Amanda winks at me.
“No! Don’t be putting ideas in his head! I’m not Cecilia, no guessing games with me.” Em points her fork at Amanda.
“I just convinced her to stop using condoms, so there’s a good chance.” I shrug and chuckle when Bunny slaps my arm.
“Greyson! Our parents do not need to know that!” she gasps, then glares at me. “And no, there’s no chance. I’m still taking my pill every morning.”
Lance leans back in his chair to address me behind Emma’s back. “There’s an easy way around that. I once represented a man who had counterfeit birth control. It’s how he knocked up his girlfriend without her knowing. I can probably get you in touch with the person who got them for him.”
“DADDY!” Em shrieks while everyone laughs.
“What? I want more grandkids. I’m with everyone on this subject.”
She sighs, her head hanging back for a few seconds, then brings it back down and shoots daggers my way. “No baby before a wedding,” she says through clenched teeth with her fork pointed at my face like a weapon. “And if I somehow end up pregnant before the end of the year, you can say bye-bye to your balls, Wolf.”
“You do know it’s possible to get preg—”
“NO! Amanda, just shush! I don’t want to hear it.”
“Okay, so when’s the wedding then?” my dad questions.
“I was thinking Christmas, or maybe the day before. We’ll have to check when my schedule comes out. But I thought we could do it back home at the lodge where we slide every year? It’s beautiful during winter, and given it’ll be Christmas, there wouldn’t be a huge amount of guests since most of the team will be off seeing their own families,” I say. They all nod as I turn to my mother. “Mom, you think you could call it up this week and ask if they have any availability during that time? We’d hire our own planners and all, we just need the room.”
Emma gasps. “Greyson! What are you doing?! You haven’t even proposed yet, we can’t plan a wedding without an engagement!”
I kiss her cheek, then wink. “Don’t worry, Bunny. That will be coming, too.”
She rolls her eyes at me, clearly thinking I’m joking.I’m not.
“Oh! Can I plan it? I loved helping out with Cecilia’s. I’ve actually been looking to expand into weddings as well with my company. It would be great marketing,” Amanda practically begs.
“Of course. I had already thought of asking you.”
“I’ll call them when we get back to Toronto. But it might be expensive since it’s during the holidays,” my mom tells me.
“Budget isn’t an issue. Whatever they ask for, offer $10,000 over. That way we’ll be sure to get it,” Lance instructs my mother.
“That would actually be a perfect place to host your wedding. The lodge even has rooms for those who will be flying in for the occasion,” my dad adds with a nod.
