Page 132 of Knocked Up by My Fake Fiancé
Turns out I was right: Mom and Jenna do get along, now that my mother's guard is down and she's genuinely trying to change her old ways.
"That's a little scary," George mutters, pointing out an elaborate bustle on a model's barely-there outfit. He's sitting beside us in the second row, and I'm glad to see him.
We've grown closer over the years, though he rarely has time to hang out—single-father CEO of a multibillion-dollar company and all that.
Marina's still confined to a hospital, and though he visits often, I can tell he's no longer in love with her. But he loves their son deeply, and he cares about Marina, maintaining a friendship with her.
"So," my father says. "Are you ready to come back yet?"
It's not the first time he's asked, and it won't be the last.
"Not yet," I say. "Maybe when the kids are a little older."
"Don't wait too long."
"I've been working since I was fifteen," I remind him. "I can wait as long as I want."
He nods, conceding.
"Who do you think is more likely to take over after you two?" he asks, and George shrugs. "Peter's like me. He's calm but very smart. He can count to a hundred already."
"That's like Leslie," I say. "Honestly, I get the feeling she's more likely to take over my business. Landon's the artistic type, like his mother. But whoever it is, it'll be their choice. I'm not priming my kids to take over a company if they don't want to."
I'm only doing everything with their best interests in mind—breaking generational curses and all that.
Jenna chooses that moment to glance over her shoulder. I don't know if she heard our conversation, but she smiles at me.
I wink back.
No need to tell her I love her anymore. No need to tell her I'll always be there for her.
She already knows.
