Page 19 of You're To Blame 2

“In London.” Mason was all teeth. Asshole.

“What?” Mom screeched.

“Chelsea will attend Oxford University while I run our London office.”

Brian’s eyes bulged.

“Tate, wait a minute. You said you talked to your grandfather, and you two reached an understanding.”

“We did. I told him I’d be happy to run the company.”

“Tate, before you left you said you wouldn’t back down. I told you I was proud of you for standing on your own two feet.”

I laughed inside. Brian knew Tate would never back down. But he also didn’t know Tate wasn’t the son sitting before him, it was Mason. Standing to my feet and shouting Mason is alive, oh would feel good right about now. I also knew if I didn’t step in Tate might lose his life.

“Brian, Tate, and I discussed it. We feel this is the best move for our family.”

Oh, did I let that tidbit slip?

Dad jumped up. “Is Chelsea pregnant? You two can’t start a family now.”

Brain held dad back. I swear he was about to climb across the table and kill my fiancé.

“Dad, I am not pregnant. I am just saying this will be best for our family. Tate and I are a family until we one day have a child.”

Our fathers sat gulping their wine.

“Tate, if you don’t want to move to London you can tell me. I will talk to my dad.”

Mason grabbed my hand. “We are fine.”

The servers placed the dessert on the table. We dug in. Silence fell around the table.

“Mom, please don’t schedule surgeries around my wedding date. You have to be there.”

“I wouldn’t miss it, honey.”

“Chelsea, are we allowed at your wedding?”

“Emma, of course. I need you to be my flower girl. And Carson, you can be my ring bearer.”

“Yay,” they chimed.

Melissa didn’t suspect anything off about fake Tate. She gave birth to the boys. Wouldn’t she be able to tell them apart? Maybe she did, but didn’t know what to say to her son.

We played charades and Candyland. The night was perfect minus fake Tate. What was it like for Mason being around his parents? I ran to the kitchen to grab a soda.

“Are you all right?” My heart lurched, and I gripped my chest.

“Yes, you didn’t have to scare me.”

He closed the space between us. “You didn’t have to tell our parents about us starting a family.”

“Shouldn’t they know? They will be grandparents next year.”

“You’re getting a kick out of all of this.”

“I sure am.” My southern accent shined through.

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