Page 77 of Bound by Love
“I didn’t think today could get any better,” Brie exclaimed.
Needing to release this happy energy, she made a suggestion. “We should have a party for them, don’t you think? Just because Judy didn’t give birth to the little boy doesn’t make this any less special. In fact, considering the circumstances, there’s even more reason to celebrate.”
“I think that is a fine idea. I greatly respect my aunt and uncle. They have no idea how much of Lilly and my mother this boy carries within his character, yet they are embracing him with open arms.”
“I just have to look at you, Sir, to know he will turn out well.”
Sir stood, careful not to disturb Hope, who was fast asleep on his shoulder. He walked over to Brie, wrapping an arm around her. “I have you to thank for that, babygirl. As I have expressed numerous times, you gave me hope for the future—and now I literally hold Hope next to my heart.”
When Rytsar heard from Sir about the party Brie was planning, he called her up and insisted she use his beach house.
“We’re planning on inviting a lot of people, Rytsar. And I hate to tell you this, but the Reynolds and their friends don’t drink. So I was thinking something a little mellower than one of your vodka parties.”
Rytsar chuckled. “Make it a beach party, then. That way people can get drunk on the waves.”
“Oh, that sounds perfect! I’m being a little sneaky and want the Reynolds to think we’re inviting everyone to meet Hope. But, really, this is going to be a party to celebrate their adoption.”
“Of the child?” he asked with some distaste.
“Of the innocent boy who should not bear the sins of his mother.”
Rytsar cleared his throat. “Da, you’re right. I would be condemning myself if others judged me by my father.”
“Exactly. I believe Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds wanting to give Lilly’s child a strong foundation should be honored. Their sacrifice of love is a beautiful gift.”
“It is,” he agreed.
“And now that I have the location set because of you, I can start inviting people!”
“Have fun with it,radost moya,” Rytsar said, chuckling into the phone. “Although, your babe is my sunshine, and you will always be my joy.”
Brie immediately sent out the invitations asking people to gift the Reynolds with specific baby items they needed for his arrival. Sir had set up a college fund for the boy. His aunt and uncle were taking on a significant financial burden by adopting Lilly’s child, and Sir wanted to lessen the impact of it without insulting his uncle’s sensibilities.
When Boa received his invitation, he gave her a call. She was extremely grateful that they were talking on the phone because just hearing his voice had triggered memories of her fantasy, and it had Brie seriously blushing.
“I wanted to offer my services for the party.”
Brie had to stifle her laughter, her thoughts immediately going down a kinky path. “Services, Boa?”
“Yes, I’d like to cater the party for the Reynolds. I don’t normally tell people this, but I was adopted as a kid. What they are doing for that boy will change his life.”
“I wholeheartedly agree with you.”
The tone of his voice changed when he explained, “My dad died of a heart attack when I was in culinary school. I never really got the chance to thank him for everything he did for me. This is my way of passing that on.”
“I’m so sorry to hear of your loss, Boa. But that’s such a beautiful thing to do for Sir’s family. Thank you.”
“My sincerest pleasure.”
With the food and location taken care of, the plans for the party were falling into place. It seemed sweet irony when Mr. Reynolds reached out to her, letting Brie know that he was making a run for baby supplies and wanted to know if she needed anything.
Brie took the opportunity to give him a list of consumable items she knew they would need. “This is such a big help. Thank you, Unc. I’ll shoot you the money online, and we’ll swing by your place after the party to pick it up.”
“Sure you don’t want me just to drive it over?”
“No need. You’ve got enough on your plate, preparing for your son’s arrival.”
“My son…” he said with satisfaction. “I will never tire of hearing that.”
