Page 107 of Royal Fling
“Yes,” we said at the same time, and Nonny exclaimed.
“Finally,” Paul said. You pulled your heads out of your asses.”
“Dad,” Luke scolded him. “Watch your language.”
“Why? Who's gonna tell me off? The prince?” Paul chuckled as if it was the most amusing joke in the world.
Was this what people meant by “dad joke?”
“No. His nanny,” Fisayo said and smacked Paul's hands playfully.
Luke and I laughed. Trust Fisayo to protect her babies no matter what.
There was commotion behind us, and I turned to look at an older woman with dark brown hair, white at the roots, carrying two paper bags in her hands.
“What have we here?” she asked.
Fisayo went to her aid and picked up both bags.
“Marina, this is August,” she said.
I assumed Marina was Luke’s grandmother, and her eyes flared as she rushed to lift the sides of her skirt to curtsy.
“Your Highness,” she said in perfect Greek.
“Oh, please, Mrs. Karagiannis. You don't have to do that,” I answered her in our native tongue.
“Why didn't y’all tell me I was having a prince in the house? I would have cleaned up. I would have dusted.” She turned to her family members and scolded them in English.
“There's no need for that, I assure you. I’m just here to meet you,” I said.
She stopped, put her hands to her hips, and looked back and forth from me to Luke.
“So you two finally pulled your heads out of your asses?” she said.
“You know,” Nonny said to Paul. “I can finally see the family resemblance.”
Luke laughed.
“Yes, we have,” I said.
“Good,” Marina said, and she reached up to my cheek and patted it. “Because you may be a prince, but you were also being an idiot.”
“Yaya,” Luke exclaimed.
“Don't you Yaya me, mister. You were also an idiot. And this young man has put you through the wringer. I hope you apologized to my grandson about what happened. Every Tom, Dick, and Harry writing crap about him.”
I looked into her eyes and covered her hand with mine.
“I have. And I promise I’ll keep apologizing and trying to protect him for as long as I breathe.”
“Good. Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat? Would you like some lunch?”
I grinned. My response seemed to satisfy her enough to warrant me her Greek hospitality.
I think I passed the test.
“Yaya, it's not even eleven yet,” Luke said.
