Page 38 of Bound by Love
Brie wrote a short note and was about to lick the envelope when Sir stopped her. “I would like to write something, as well.”
In his perfect penmanship, he wrote:
Mom,
Brie saw this music box and said you would enjoy it. Naturally, we had to get it for you.
I am honored to be a part of this family. Here’s to adding to the ranks in a few months.
Please give Dad our best.
Love, Thane
“She’ll love this note, Sir,” Brie commented after reading it. “I think they both will, once my dad gets over the shock.”
At five minutes after six, exactly three days after mailing her mother’s gift, her cell phone rang.
Glancing at the clock, Brie grinned at Sir. “It’s Dad. He’s just gotten the mail. He does it right after he gets home. My dad is all about keeping to his routines, and he goes to the mailbox exactly at six every evening.”
“This phone call should prove interesting, then,” he chuckled. “Would you like me to answer it?”
“Oh, no, Sir. Let me do the honors.” Brie answered with an innocent, “Hello?”
“What is the meaning of this?” her father growled on the other end of the line.
“Oh, hi, Daddy! Did Mom like the gift?”
“I’m not calling about yourmother’sgift.”
Brie held her hand over the receiver and mouthed the words,He sounds madto Thane.
“I would like to speak to your husband,” he demanded.
“Certainly, Daddy. Let me put you on speakerphone.” Before she did, she rubbed her tummy, telling him, “The baby must know her grandpa is on the phone because I just felt her kick.”
She then hit the button for the speaker, handing it over to Thane as she looked down at her belly, whispering, “That was perfect timing, little girl.”
“Thane,” her father barked.
“Yes, Dad?” Sir answered in a calm voice.
“Are you trying to provoke me?”
“How so?”
“This package I received. It must have come from you.”
“I’m glad you got it, Dad.”
“I don’t understand, and I don’t appreciate being played for a fool.”
“That was not our intention, I assure you.”
“Then why send it anonymously,son?”
Brie spoke up. “We were hoping it would jog your memory, Daddy.”
“What?” her father growled in irritation. “Brianna, what has one thing got to do with the other? It makes no sense.”
