Page 111 of Love Resurrected
“Braden and Brian are exhausting me.” Brianna sighs and attempts to roll her eyes.
I hold in my laugh as Remi swoops down and picks her daughter up, cuddling her close. She does this in a pencil skirt and three-inch heels. She’s my hero.
“All boys are exhausting,” she tells the girl, kissing her cheek noisily. “But, especially brothers.”
“Oy,” Brianna says.
“Oy is right,” Remi says, hugging her tightly, then sets her down. “Go find Daddy and let him know his Y chromosomes are a bother that he needs to take care of.”
“His Y chromosmose?”
“Yes.” Remi pats her on the butt and Brianna takes off in search of her father.
“Theoywas cute,” I say.
Remi turns and grabs us both a margarita from the bar, handing one to me. “That’s all Mavis.”
“Mavis?” I take a sip. It’s fantastic. I could drink a lot of these.
“Grandma.”
“I didn’t realize Chance’s parents were Jewish.”
“They aren’t.”
“I thought your parents weren’t around?”
“They aren’t. Mavis is a surrogate grandmother to anyone who will let her, but mostly to Lexie. She and her late husband were the reason Lexie got into wine. Her best friend, Babs, is Cole’s grandma. They like to think they brought the two of them together.”
“They sound sweet,” I say.
Remi looks at me. “You won’t be saying that the fifth time you catch one of them pinching Brad’s ass.”
I almost choke on my drink, which I was sipping as she spoke.
“And,” she continues, “they will drink us all out of house and home.”
She gestures with her glass toward the backyard. I turn and see two older women playing a dice game with a bottle of tequila and shot glasses, and in the time that I’m watching, both have to take a shot.
“How is Lexie?”
“She’s all aglow with baby number two-itis. I can’t even imagine how easy life would be with one newborn at a time. Her and Cole still bang like bunnies, make more money than god, and she won another wine award lately. She’s on cloud fucking nine-point-nine.” Remi takes a sip of her margarita.
Brad makes his way over to us and slips an arm around me.
“Excuse me while I go find my husband,” Remi says. “There are enough adults around to ensure my kids don’t die, so I can grab him for a quickie in the bathroom.”
“Master bathroom,” Brad and I both say at the same time.
Remi stops and turns back, looking at us, one perfectly arched brow raised.
“Bigger vanity.” I shrug.
She laughs and wiggles her fingers over her shoulder as a goodbye. Brad chuckles and leans in to nuzzle my neck. “I love you,” he says.
I stop and turn toward him, looking him in the eye, seeing the honesty there.
“I love you,” I whisper. “I was going to tell you today.”
