One red ass coming your way.
Jordan
Promise?
Thanks, babe. I owe you.
I can think of a few ways you can repay me when I get home.
What time does Yiayiá want us there?
Jordan
3:00. FYI, I will be getting very drunk. Just found out Andrea’s pregnant, and I already know how annoying she’s going to be about it. Be prepared to be interrogated about when we’re having babies.
Oh God. I’m already dreading this.
I laugh again and call her as I exit my building.
She answers on the first ring.
“Hi,” she says cheerfully.
“Hi. So I take it things with your yiayiá went well today?”
Jordan finally had lunch with her mom two weeks ago, after we officially got engaged. Even though we’re already married. She showed her the ring, and caught her up on everything. Her mamá was receptive and kind. Jordan said she even apologized. That’s big for Daphne Demetriou.
Her mom wanted to make sure we were planning to come for Thanksgiving tomorrow. Jordan said she wouldn’t commit until she talked to her yiayiá, and thatshewould need to be the one to reach out and invite us.
Two days ago, her yiayiá finally called and asked her to come over today.
“Yeah. They went very well… considering it’s my yiayiá.”
“Christ. What does that mean?”
“It means it’s Yiayiá. She didn’t apologize, but she said she wouldtryto accept this. And that she’s sure,with time,” she exaggerates, “that she’ll come to terms with this marriage.”
Pete pulls up and I slide into the backseat. I mute the phone. “We’ve got to stop at that bakery around the corner,” I say to him.
He nods, and I unmute.
“How big of her,” I say, unimpressed.
“It’s not so bad. Honestly, it’s more than I expected from her. She did say she was excited to discuss the futurewedding… in Greece.”
I bark out a laugh. “Fuck. Hey, you’re the one who gave me the notes. I was told to say that.”
“Oh, I’m not mad about it. I’m just forewarning you that you are going to be spending an exponential amount of money on a big fat Greek wedding in Greece next year. Yiayiá said, and I quote,If Matthew is serious about this, he can help pay for this wedding.”
“Sounds like a Yiayiá thing to say.”
It should bother me, but it doesn’t. If I have to buy my way into this family, I will. “You know whatever my baby wants, my baby gets,” I add with a grin.
“Oh, God,” she says, and I guarantee that came with an eye roll. “It’s one of the reasons I love you. Anyway, Yiayiá should be on her best behavior. Not sure exactly what that looks like, but it will most likely involve a lot of pressure about babies and wedding talk. By tomorrow night, you’ll be wishing you could take this ring back.”
“Hmm,” I grunt. “Damn. I think the return policy expired about six years ago on that one.”
She laughs as we pull up to the bakery.
