“I knew I should’ve gone with my first instinct. How was I so gullible? I’ve worn that thing to church!”
He cackled. “I think you should wear it when we get hitched.”
“I might.” I laughed.
My attention then turned to an ice cream truck approaching in the distance. I’d never seen one in this area before. When I looked over at Wes, the smile on his face told me this was planned.
It parked right in front of the house, music blaring. I was certain our neighbor was going to be pissed at us yet again today.
I turned to him. “What’s going on?”
“The final surprise.” Wes beamed as he took my hand. “You once told me your dad used to have the ice cream man come after all of your soccer games when you were younger. That was one of your good memories about him.” Wes grinned. “He sent this for you today.”
I coveredmy mouth. “He did?”
He shrugged. “With a little help from me, yeah. Since…you know…he can only do so much from where he is. But it was his idea.”
Wow. That warmed my heart.
Wes took my hand as we walked toward the truck. “He gave his blessing, by the way.”
Warmth flooded me. “Oh, I hadn’t even thought about whether you’d asked him…”
“Well, he gave me his permission—right after he told me he’d have me killed if I ever hurt you.”
I shook my head. “That sounds like my father.”
Wes let go of my hand. “Let’s order a celebratory ice cream.”
As I perused the menu on the side of the truck, the window where you order slid open.
“Surprise!” someone yelled.
My jaw dropped. “Mom!”
My mother ran out of the truck to wrap her arms around me. “Hope this is a good surprise. Wes wanted me to help you celebrate the engagement.”
“I can’t believe this.” I squeezed her. “This is the best day of my life.”
“Do we have room for one more person?” my mom asked.
“I thought you were no longer using Paulie…”
She shook her head. “Not Paulie.”
“Surprise!” Wes’s mom shouted as she came out of the truck as well.
“Oh my God!” I ran to her. “Joanna!”
She hugged me tightly. “I think you can call me Ma now.”
“I’m so lucky to have two beautiful moms.” I looked at each of them before smiling over at Wes.
After Wes embraced them both, I turned to him. “How the hell did you pull this off?”
“I’ve been orchestrating it for weeks.”
Wes explained that he’d hired a friend to pick up both our mothers at the airport and drive them here in the ice cream truck.
