Page 82 of One Timer With A Wingman

Who would have thought that this sexy Adonis of a man and Riverside U’s heartbreaker would be so adorable and mushy inside.

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“This is my cousin,Daniella, and her older brother, Zack,” Aaron says as he goes around to his cousins. Daniella is about ten and her older brother looks like he may be about thirteen.

“Aaron said you’re a gymnast. He said you can do backflips and frontflips,” Daniella gushes.

“That’s true,” I reply.

“Can you show me how before the egg hunt?” she asks.

“No, Briar isn’t doing any flips now,” Aaron answers for me and he ruffles the hair on her head.

“Fine, but can she join us for the egg hunt?” Daniella asks.

“That’s up to Briar,” Aaron replies.

“I’d love too,” I say.

Aaron looks at me with a warm smile. I’m feeling overwhelmed in the best way with all his family around. They are so warm and loving.

“Aaron, introduce us to your girlfriend,” a woman in her late thirties says to Aaron. We haven’t really discussed a title for our relationship, other than we are exclusive.

“Aunt Helen, Uncle Stewart, this is Briar Halle,” he says, placing his hand on my lower back.

Since we’ve entered this house, Aaron has found a way to always be touching me, whether it is holding my hand or placing his palm on my lower back. It feels good to have this closeness to him.

Helen hugs me. “It’s so good to meet you. You’re so pretty,” she says.

I blush.

“Nice to meet you.” His uncle, Stewart, shakes my hand.

“You too.”

From there I am introduced to both his grandmothers. Grandma Irene and Grandma Martha. They tell me how excited they are that Aaron and I are making them great-grandmothers.

“This is my uncle, Ethan, he’s dad’s brother. He played in the NHL too,” Aaron explains.

“That was a long time ago,” his uncle says. “It’s nice to meet you, Briar. I was looking forward to meeting the girl who got our Aaron’s attention. My wife wanted to meet you too, but she wandered off somewhere.”

“These are my cousins Lisa, Jordy, and Davis,” Aaron says. These cousins look to be our age.

“Nice to meet you,” they say. “We’re all at Westfall.”

“Oh nice,” I reply.

“Davis is on the hockey team there,” Aaron explains.

“Wow, the whole family is into hockey,” I note.

“We’re definitely a hockey family,” Davis confirms.

We all sit down for a huge meal. Aaron’s parents’ home is quite large, and they have a dining room table set for about thirty people.

There is roasted lamb, pineapple chicken, glazed ham, and a huge variety of colorful vegetables.

Aaron sits beside his mom, while his dad sits at the head of the table. I’m sitting beside Aaron.

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