“Told you,” he said to Angel.
“Did you think we wouldn’t be happy?” his father asked and moved forward to give Angel a hug too.
His mother came to him next for a hug and kiss on the cheek.
“I knew you would be,” he said. “Angel was the one worried.”
“No reason to be worried,” his mother said. “I knew you two would be perfect for each other. I called it all along.”
Coy snorted. He wasn’t in the mood to hear his mother boast about how she predicted this.
“I’m not so sure perfect is the word I’d use,” Angel said.
“Please,” he said, waving his hand. “You’ve been in love with me for years.”
His mother laughed when Angel gave him a playful shove. “You seem to be the one catching up and passing me in the race though.”
“Coy wants you to move in with him,” his mother said. “Doesn’t he?”
He should have figured his mother would jump right to that. He needed his parents in his corner, not making things worse.
“He does,” she said. “I told him I need some time.”
“Angel has had years to get this in her head. She’s right. I’m catching up and passing her. But the truth is, I want to be there for her and can’t be if she’s not living with me.”
“Coy is impatient,” his father said. “But his heart is in the right place.”
“Not everything can be planned, Angel,” his mother said. “Not on this island.”
He rolled his eyes. He wasn’t so sure that he wanted that brought up just now.
“I’m learning,” she said.
“When are you due? How do you feel? We want all the details. Oh, and does your family know? Coy said you were telling Spencer this weekend about your relationship and I didn’t even get to ask how that went.”
“It went as well as could be expected,” he said. “Some anger on Spencer’s part. Lots of shock. They know about the baby also. I think by the time everyone left we were all in a good head space.”
“What does that mean?” his mother asked, laughing.
He looked at Angel. “We need to tell you some more, but I’ll let Angel answer your questions.”
“I’m due September fifteen,” she said. “I’m not very far along. I think in any other situation we might have held off tellingpeople. I do feel good right now. Only my family knows about the pregnancy.”
“What situation?” his father asked, looking at him.
“You all know Angel had open heart surgery as a teen, right?”
He’d told them about it years ago.
“I do remember,” his mother asked. “Are there problems or concerns?”
“No,” she said. “I hope there won’t be. But when I went to the doctor last week, they said they wanted me under the care of a cardiologist at the same time, for obvious reasons. It came as a shock to me and shouldn’t have. I think for years I just thought I was good to go and cured. I do my routine checkups and move on. I hadn’t even gotten a doctor here yet, figuring I had time.”
“Do you have an appointment yet?” his mother asked.
“I do,” she said. “With Dr. Overturn in Boston in about two weeks. It’s the first appointment I could get. It’s right in the middle of the day so it will be one of those maneuvering around times that I’m getting accustomed to.”
“That gets easier,” his mother said.