She reassured him.
“Yes, Fineas. I’ll be fine. I think I can take them,” she joked, as all of the sisters started talking about Rosie, and what Catherine had told them.
Fiona took her son’s arm, and led him away to get him away from the girl.
Just for a bit.
When she got him into the other room with Malcom, she stared into his eyes.
“Are you sure about an American?” she asked. “Because we want you to pick someone who will last. Speed isn’t always best.”
He knew she was going to lecture him.
If she didn’t what kind of mother would she be?
Fiona would never change, and he was grateful that she was looking out for him.
“I’m sure,” he admitted.
When he pulled out the ring, his mother had tears in her eyes.
“I’m happy for ya, Fineas. You have made us proud. She’s a beautiful woman, and we trust your judgment. Now. Not with that last one.”
Oh, someone didn’t like Rosie.
No shock there.
“We heard from Catherine what your girl did to your ex. That alone makes me like her. She has balls. You need a tough woman.”
That he did.
He needed one that would stick around and fight for them.
“Look, Mum!” he said, and when she did, he got around her and back into the kitchen with Gabby.
Fiona laughed.
“Oh, he’s trouble,” she said, as her husband tucked her under his arm.
“He is, but he’s so happy. I like this one. I think we’re going to have more grandbabies.”
And that made her happy.
In the kitchen, Gabby was holding her own. Her badge was out, and the sisters were passing it around as they rapidly fired questions at her.
“Do you carry a gun?” Elsie asked.
So, Gabby answered.
“I do.”
The next sister went.
“That woman on the news all of the time, the one who is married to all those men…”
She knew who she meant.
“Elizabeth?” she asked.
