Page 33 of Rocking Player
Once we were heading back to the airport, that we could already see without touching the champagne, I caught my breath.
Michael then said, “I had my maid clean up the guest room for Jeremy tonight.”
Weddings seemed dreamlike, but this rushing around was fun. As the limo pulled into the spot, Jeremy said, “Must be nice to have a maid. Are we rich now?”
Michael checked us in first-class where there was no waiting. Then he said, “We have money to pay for what you need.”
As we went to security, we were practically waved through as Jeremy said, “How about a nice car when I’m old enough?”
A small chuckle came out of my mouth and I shook my head. Money wasn’t a reason to agree to everything. My son’s bargaining was funny, but I’d not laugh, as Michael said, “I think we can handle that.”
Once we passed the guards, and I had my dress in my hand, I said, “We’re not talking about money anymore Jeremy, and don’t bring the topic up with your friends.”
“Yes, Mom,” Jeremy said, then took his seat in first-class where a flight attendant was getting him a juice.
I put my seat belt on.
I’d have to watch to make sure he didn’t get too spoiled.
The plane finished loading and he said, “In Tulsa, I need to go to practice, but you two can meet me, and tomorrow I have the day off so we can celebrate without having to board planes.”
Good. Life was great. We held hands and the flight was fast.
I went into a dream state for a while as I stared at my ring. The princess cut was a few carats from the size and weight of it. Honestly, I never expected to marry or have a ring of my own. I wasn’t sure what to say. I blanked out for a while. I knew we landed, and I knew we were safe in a car Michael drove. But I’d stopped believing in ever getting married. This moment seemed unreal.
My bubble burst when we drove into a large gated estate home and Michael frowned as he said, “This is my…house. Georgie, Jeremy, it seems my parents came unexpectedly today.”
Parents. I had pins and needles in my arms now, but I swallowed and said like everything was under control, “It will be nice to meet them.”
He parked his car in his garage that had three more cars.
I glanced around to see everything and noticed the cowboy hat on the coat rack near the door. We stepped into a foyer, and an older woman with curly hair and a man who was a slightly balding version of Michael, stood. His mother wrapped her arms around me and said, “So this is the girl you’ve been pining for.”
“Mom!” Michael said and sounded a little like Jeremy in that moment, which made me laugh.
If my son grew into Michael, we’d need that gate to keep out the girls. His mother let me go but hugged Michael as she said, “It’s true. My son has been talking about you for years.”
Sweet. I checked my dress didn’t have a wrinkle and said, “Well, that’s nice to hear.” And then I offered my hand to shake his father’s hand. “Nice to meet you. I’m Georgiana.”
Michael held my waist and said, “Georgie, this is my mom, Sarah, and my dad, Tom.”
The family resemblance was uncanny with that strong chin of theirs. I shook their hands and said, “Nice to meet you both. How was the wedding?”
They knew. My face heated. “Beautiful.”
Michael put his hands on Jeremy’s shoulders while he said, “Mom. Dad. This is your grandson, Jeremy.”
My son held his hand out to shake when he said, “Nice to meet you.”
Sarah went down on one knee and threw her arms wide open as she said, “Come here. We’re huggers.”
My son hugged her, and everyone seemed complete. Sarah then glanced at me and said, “Your dad wants to know if we can treat Jeremy to an ice cream.”
I nodded to Michael that it was fine, then my lips pressed together. My mother would have done exactly this.
“That sounds fun,” Jeremy said. “Michael promised me ice cream in Vegas, but we ran out of time.”
“We can make up for that. All the men in the family love chocolate syrup on ice cream,” Tom said and patted my son, who had his profile, on the back as he added, “We’ll be back in two hours, then we can all go to the game together.”
