This is my family now. Greyson, Mia and me.
We spend an hour at the Pizza Den. All the moms want to see my ring, and everyone congratulates us over and over. When we leave, Greyson drives me home so I can finally grab a nap.
That night, after dinner, he comes back to pick me up. He sent a text saying he has something special he wants to do—just the two of us.
“Are you taking me to your house?” I ask him.
“Yes. Sort of.”
“Sort of? You’re just full of surprises today.”
“I wanted to talk to you about something,” he says. And that’s all he says until we pull into his driveway and he kills the engine.
He walks around the car, opening my door for me. Instead of walking me inside, he takes my hand and leads me to the guest house.
“I was thinking,” he says. “And I’m open to whatever you want. But …” He opens the door to the little house and we walk inside. “What if your mom and Henry move in here for the time being, after the wedding.”
“And Mia and I would still be across town?” I tease him.
He chuckles. “Well, I had thought maybe you and Mia would want to move into the main house.”
“She did mention that to me over dinner,” I tell him.
“She did?” His smile is instantaneous.
“Yeah. She already knows which bedroom she wants.”
“She can have her pick,” he says easily.
“My mom …” I say, carefully. “Might have another option soon.”
“Jonathan?”
“I think he’s working up to asking her.”
“I had wondered,” Greyson says. “He’s so good for her.”
“He really is. Sort of like a steady anchor to a ship at sea.”
Greyson laughs softly. “Well, she could stay out here if they’re not married yet.”
“Thank you,” I say, looking up at him.
He brushes his hand down my cheek. “Thank you.” He smiles, leaning in to kiss me. “Walk with me?”
I nod. He takes my hand and we walk out of the guest house, up the driveway, and down the road to the pond—our pond.
When we get to the water’s edge, Greyson lifts my hand, admiring my ring in the moonlight.
“Did you want to stay in town?” he asks the question in a soft voice. Then he adds, “I’d sell my house if that’s what you wanted.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“No.”
I run my hand down his jaw. “I love your house. And your property.”
“Our house,” he corrects me. “It’s going to be yours now too.”
