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It’s nice knowing that even when his parents didn’t bat an eye at him, Nana did. She loves him more than anything and anyone, and isn’t afraid to tell everyone he’s her favorite.
She’s his too. I know she is.
“Baby Bane, is that you?” she says when I creak the door open and slip inside. She’s sitting in her recliner covered to her neck with a fuzzy blanket decorated with cats.
I chuckle, shutting the door behind me, “It’s me. Did Colson tell you to call me that?”
She shrugs in the chair, a wrinkled smirk taking over her features. “Is that something only he calls you?”
“Yeah,” I say. “And it’s annoying.”
She stares at me pointedly, “It’s better than your nickname for him.”
I sigh, ready to kick one of the chairs out of the way and crawl up underneath her bistro table.
“I don’t really think he’s a dipshit,” I defend. “It’s just something funny I said and it stuck.”
She chuckles, “Well honey, my William was a dipshit, too. It runs in the family.”
I can’t help but laugh at her as I take a seat on the edge of her bed, rubbing my hand over the purple floral quilt.
“Did you make this?” I ask, noticing every little detail and the intricate patchwork.
She shakes her head, “Yes. I’m working on some small quilts for the baby now.”
I stare at her confused, wondering who could possibly be pregnant that she knows. “What baby?”
She stares at me for a long moment and I start to worry that she might be confused or that her dementia is getting worse.
“The one you and Colson will have someday.”
My heart stops and I don’t know what to say.
“How do you know that’s gonna happen?”
She grins mischievously, “How do you know that’snotgoing happen?”
The way she enunciates the word ‘not’ makes me blush.
“Are you manifesting that, Nana?”
She takes her arms out of her blanket burrito, “Just calling it as I see it.”
“What do you see?”
She waves me off, “These blankets are the least of your worries. First we gotta get your stubborn ass brother on team Colcoln.”
Oh my goodness. She’s been watching too much TV.
“Team Colcoln?”
She shrugs, “Like Jennifer Lopez and Ben Affleck are Bennifer. You are Colcoln.”
“I think they broke up,” I wince. “So maybe a relationship name smash isn’t the best thing.”
We both move over to the puzzle we started last time I was here and work on it for a little while, and we’re both pretty silent. Enjoying each other’s company but still enjoying the quiet time. Until my phone buzzes on the bedside table and I see Colson’s contact card fill the screen.
“Hello?”
