“Can’t I just be here to talk to you? To say hi?”
“You act like I don’t know you. What’s going on?” she says, glancing at me over her shoulder as she continues to work the dough.
“Fine.” I sigh. “You’re right.”
“Always am,” she says, chuckling at the cabinets.
I could go into some examples of how she is most definitelynotright all the time, but this isn’t the time. I am here to tell her something, and that would only derail me from why I’m actually here.
I’m nervous to tell her because this is a big deal, but I’m not as nervous as I have been with other people. Gram is one of the most accepting people I know.
I honestly would be shocked if she was bothered by anything I’m going to tell her.
“Stop thinking and just tell me already,” she huffs out, placing the dough into a greased pan.
“I’m pregnant.”
She turns around to face me. Her hands, held out in front of her, are still covered in flour.
“Is this a happy thing or no?” she asks. Her face is warm but void of any outward emotion.
“Confusing but happy,” I tell her.
A smile spreads across her face. “Well, congratulations then, sweetheart. I’m happy for you.”
I can’t help but laugh because with her, it really is that simple.
“Aren’t you going to pepper me with questions?”
She grabs a towel, wiping her hands off. “Like I said earlier, I know you. You came over here wanting to spill about everything, so I’m just saving my vocal cords. You’re going to sing like a canary whether I ask you or not.”
Geez…
“I don’t know who the father is,” I blurt out.
“So, my granddaughter has been doing a little musical beds recently,” she says, her eyes alight with amusement. “Good for you.”
She gasps. Her eyes widen. “Oh my god. You’ve been doing the horizontal tango with all three of those firefighters.”
Where does she come up with these sayings?
She shakes her head. “No wonder Martha and I couldn’t figure out which one of them you were dating. You decided not to choose.” Her head tilts to the side. “Aren’t there books out there about that sort of thing?”
Good lord.
“Yes, Gram. I was hooking up with all three of them.”
“At the same time?” she asks.
“I’m not answering that,” I tell her on a nervous laugh.
Her smile spreads. “You just did.”
I bury my face in my hands, groaning.
“So, do they know?” she asks.
I nod, my face still covered by my hands.
