Page 116 of Spiralling Skywards
Liam stepped out of Nan’s clutches and held out his hand.
“Good to finally meet you, sir. I’m only sorry it hasn’t happened sooner.”
I watched as Grandad accepted his hand and shook it, but didn’t say a word.
“It’s a beautiful place you’ve got here, thanks for the invite. Sarah and I would love to have you come down and stay with us once our place is finished.”
“You’re moving in together?”
Liam’s face was a picture, he froze, moving just his eyes to look at me. I continued watching as his mouth opened and closed at least three times.
I could’ve put him out of his misery and told him that my grandad knew full well that we were moving in together, but I thought I’d let him suffer for a little bit. Payback for flirting with Nan.
“Well, nothings actually been finalised yet, but at some stage, in the future, we’d like you to come and stay.”
“That right?”
“Yes, sir.”
“So will you be making an honest woman of my granddaughter before you move into this house you’ve bought together? Or am I gonna have to wait years for that happen and be wheeled down the aisle next to her?”
That was the moment I intervened.
“Okay, Grandad. Enough with the inquisition. Liam’s got something in the boot of his car that might interest you, don’t you, Lee?”
Liam stared at me blankly.
“Wha?”
Was all I got.
“The boot, can you pop it and show Grandad what you brought with you?”
“Ah, boot. Yeah, on it.”
I shook my head and narrowed my eyes at Grandad before heading inside with Nan.
Liam would soon win him over with the case, or slab as Liam called it, of some beer I knew he liked. And if that failed, the bottle of Macallan certainly would.
***
That night we all walked down into the village and had dinner. The boys walked ahead of me and Nan. I gathered she had something she wanted to say without the boys listening, so when she hooked her arm through mine and slowed her pace a bit, I didn’t resist. Which worked out perfectly because I knew Liam wanted to talk to Grandad about us getting married.
Getting married. Me.
I could hardly keep the smile from my face or the bats from flapping in my belly, but I tried because there wasn’t much Nan missed, and she’d soon cotton on that something was going on.
“You did good there, Sarah. He’s a keeper and obviously besotted with you. Luke said that he was a nice bloke, so I had every faith that he would be.”
“So, you couldn’t just take my word for it? Do you not think that I’m capable of making good choices when it comes to men?”
I was a little put out by what she’d said, suggesting that my choices were okay, as long as Luke backed them up.
“I didn’t mean it like that, so don’t take that attitude with me.”
My grandad might be six feet tall, but it was my little five-foot Nan that I’d always been more scared of.
“You told me you were in love. I’ve seen for myself how happy you are every time you’ve been to visit, but we still hadn’t met him. Of course I was curious and a little concerned. It wouldn’t have mattered what Luke thought of him, he could have said he breathed rainbows and shit gold for all I cared. Until I met him for myself and was able to make up my own mind, I would’ve worried.”
