“It’s a dad thing,” Mom explained, moving to Knox to give him his beer. “They worry their daughters will get hooked up with jerks. You two didn’t get hooked up with jerks.”
Oh, how cute.
Byron was blushing.
“Don’t read anything into this,” Dream warned Byron. Then, lower, “You know we’re connecting.” After that, she said to Mom, “Remember, Mom, we’re very new.”
Mom shrugged and sank into the other chair. “When you know, you know.”
That was the truth.
I checked Byron out to see how he was handling this.
He’d gotten over the “not a jerk” compliment (sadly, a low bar not very many men cleared, so I got Dad’s worry) and was sucking back some beer, though he was doing it looking mighty pleased with himself.
Maybe Dream had strong fingers (or the equivalent) too.
Ulk.
No.
Nope.
Not gonna go there.
That was when I checked Byron out because I’d never seen him drink anything but dirty chais.
“How was the wedding?” Mom asked.
“It was…um…” I looked down at Knox to see him smiling even as he put the bottle to his lips and drew back a pull.
Welp, I guessed that was that on the “I’ve met the love of my life” discussion.
Sure, I didn’t share he was the love of my life (I’d tell Mom later, when we were getting pedicures, so she couldn’t dance around and get too loud—for someone who was all about bucking the establishment, she was pretty traditional when it came to wanting her daughters to settle down with good people (FYI, I blamed Dad being so awesome for that)).
But Mom and Dad knew there’d be no meet the parents if this wasn’t real.
Though, apparently, this was a big enough deal for cake, but not to make an otherwise big deal of it.
That was fine by me. We’d had enough drama to last us for a while.
“The wedding was really beautiful, Mom,” I finally answered. “Jacob and Alexis were really happy.”
“That’s just so lovely,” Mom enthused, then added, “They’re good kids.”
I tried to wrap my mind around beefy Jacob and delicate Alexis, who were so in their own world, they’d done a variety of soft porn performances in the pool at the Oasis, being “kids.”
My mind sluggishly attempted to process this, spluttered and failed, and that wasn’t due to my exhaustion.
“I’m getting wine,” Dream declared. “Luna, do you want wine?”
“If I drink wine, I’ll pass out,” I told her and turned to Mom. “The wedding was awesome. Beautiful. But I’m shattered.”
“Oh,” Mom replied. “Okay, we’ll feed you, have cake and then you two need to go home and rest.”
Told you.
Dream got some wine and brought me a sparkling water. I made Byron get up so I could give him a hug for all his work on the Cynthia Chambers thing. I also told him a whole day’s worth of dirty chais were on me. Byron told me that wasn’t necessary. I didn’t get into it, because I had the power to Dimitri that sitch and not present him with a bill.
