Page 79 of From Best Friend to Bride
“Alive, and that’s good enough for me.” She gently patted the side of his face. “Be better with an entourage of fluffy cows, though.”
“Nana. No cows. Or huskies,” I added quickly.
Fred chuckled and took her hand. “What about a horse and carriage instead? I’m sure I can arrange that.”
“You two really do share one brain,” Nana replied in awe. “I always knew it, but I’m starting to think you’re soulmates, you know.”
Oh, God.
Here we go.
“Maybe we are,” Fred said softly before I could tell her she’d lost her mind. “I think I’d have to be her soulmate to put up with her, don’t you think?”
“Hey!” I protested, but it was useless.
Nana creased over with laughter, and whatever she whispered through her giggles to Fred made him join her in laughter.
I knew they were talking about me.
“Hmph.” I folded my arms across my chest. “It’s rude to talk about other people like that right in front of them.”
Fred looked over at me, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. “Don’t worry, we only say nice things about you.”
“Oh, yeah? I’ll believe that when I hear it.”
“Doesn’t she look beautiful today, Nana?” he asked, nudging her softly. “That’s my pretty wife.”
That little—
Nana’s face lit up at his words, and I softened.
“She’s always been my pretty little girl,” Nana replied, her eyes crinkling as she smiled at me. “I’m so glad she’s got someone who sees her the way I do.”
Impossible.
Nobody could ever see me the way this crazy woman did.
Fred smiled warmly at her. “Do you want to see something incredible?”
“Is it a positive pregnancy test?” Nana asked.
“Sorry to disappoint, but my uterus has resumed its monthly attempt at taking me down,” I interjected before she could get any other insane ideas.
“Aw.” She turned back to Fred. “You need to look after her, you know? She gets horrible period pains—”
“Ibuprofen is the only thing that works for them,” Fred replied without missing a beat. “Salt and vinegar chipsticks have to be produced on request, and there are three microwavable hot water bottles in our bedrooms so there’s always one available.”
Nana narrowed her eyes sharply. “Bedrooms?”
“For work,” I replied. “He gets up early. I don’t want to wake him when I’m closing the pub, so there’s an adjoining bedroom I use then.”
“Oh.” Her eyes widened again, and she nodded. “That’s so smart of you both. If your grandpa had been that considerate with his night shifts, I might not have murdered the man.”
“If you keep saying that, people might actually think you killed Grandpa.”
“How do they know I didn’t? I was probably the cause of his heart attack, let’s be honest.”
“No, the cause of his heart attack was his terrible diet and refusal to change it after the doctor warned him,” I replied, then turned to Fred. “What’s this something incredible you want to show us?”
