He chuckles.
“And you both always look at each other when the other one isn’t looking. I think she wants to kiss you,” Ace teased.
How have the children picked up on that? They’re still so young.
“That’s enough,” Alex tells Ace.
“Daddy, can I be your flower girl?” Eden’s voice floats through the door.
My heart beats faster. I better stop this before Alex gets upset with them.
“I’ve got the cake,” I call while still in the passage. I walk into the bedroom, stopping the conversation and saving Alex from further inquests. “It’s a Victoria sponge.”
The cake has sunk overnight, somehow. I should have checked it this morning.
“It’s dropped in the middle. You two are the worst cooks ever!” Ace exclaims, flying himself backwards on the bed.
Alex smiles. "I'm sure it tastes fine."
"I need to go and wish my own dad a Happy Father’s Day. I'll be back later," I say.
"I'll go with you to meet Grandpa," Eden says, climbing off the bed and running to change.
I look at Alex, and Iknowmy face is pink now.
I drive to my parents’ house in my Lamborghini. I can't sell her like Alex suggested. Instead, we swap cars when he is working, and apparently, he has been teased a lot about it.
I haven't been home for weeks. I don't mind that Eden wants to come with me, although I had stern words with her about addressing my father correctly and not as 'Grandpa.' She plays her music in the car, singing at the top of her voice to a Disney track from a movie I haven't seen, but I've heard her play it in the background while I work. She isn't a shy girl. She looks at my home when we pull up to the gates.
“It looks like my doll house," she exclaims with a gasp.
“It does a bit,” I say as we look at the large Georgian building. I can see everyone is home; their cars are parked outside.
“Why don’t you live here anymore?” Eden asks, she’s so curious.
“Because I decided it would be easier to live with you guys and help your daddy out,” I say, getting out of the car.
“Do you love him? He loves you.” She looks up at me with shining eyes.
“Come on, let’s meet my parents.” I Ignore her comment, I take her hand, walking with her into the house.
“Dad?” I call out.
“In here,” I hear my mother’s voice.
“This way, then,” I say as I lead Eden into the front room.
“Gemma, it’s nice of you to grace us with your presence. And who is this?” my mother asks.
I smile like a proud parent. I don’t need to say anything, Eden has it covered.
“I’m Eden, I’m five, and I’m nearly six. Gemma is marrying my daddy,” she says, clapping her hands and jumping up and down.
“What?” everyone asks in unison, turning to look at me.
“Eden!” I look at her with my eyes wide. “Why did you say that? I’m not. Getting married, that is.” The words tumble out in a jumble.
“They love each other,” she tells them.
