“For mothers, no. For you, yes,” I reply.
“Well, things are changing. I have daughters. I’m sure grandbabies aren’t too far off.”
“Ah, you have one daughter-in-law. Not plural. And let’s hope those grandbabies look like fucking Ella and not this ugly ass.” I look at Dean.
“Don’t hold your breath for grandbabies anytime soon, Mum. I just got Ella to myself. I’m not ready to share her with anyone else yet.” Dean’s staring in the direction of where Ella just left, like he can see through the fucking walls to her.
“Okay, well, I have a wedding to plan. I’ll catch up with you boys later.” Our mother walks out of the room, already clicking away on her phone.
I look at Dean. “What the fuck was that?” I ask him. I know I’m not the best at social situations, or emotions, but that shit was fucking weird as hell.
“No idea, man. But I’m going to go drag Ella out of here before we get stuck planning the wedding of the fucking century.” He storms off towards the pool.