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“No, it’s not,” Grace says. “Is it?”
“No,” Asher answers.
“No,” Jonah chimes in.
“No, it’s not,” Derek puts in.
“Love you, Dad,” Naomi says, voice shaky.
“Love all of you so much,” Michael replies, gruffly.
I reach under the table and squeeze Derek’s thigh, then rub up and down his leg. His eyes close as a smile spreads across his face. He puts his hand on top of mine.
“We’re a family. We’ll continue to be a family,” Naomi says.
Elijah speaks up. “Let’s eat, family. This looks amazing and I’m famished.”
Everyone sips their mimosas.
Me and Sabrina exchange looks, and she unfolds her napkin and spreads it across her lap. “I’d love some scrambled eggs,” she says.
“Pass me some pancakes, please,” I speak up.
“Blueberry or chocolate chip?” Derek asks.
“Yes please,” I nod.
He laughs. So do a few others.
Derek forks up a stack of two of each type of pancake and drops them on my plate with a flourish. They’re huge. No way can I eat them.
“I don’t think I can eat four,” I tell him. “Take two for your plate.”
“Of course you can,” he counters. And then he drinks my mimosa. The whole thing.
I gawk at him. “Hey!”
He laughs and pours me a fresh orange juice.
“You forgot something,” I say as there’s no room for champagne. I reach for the bottle.
Derek pushes it out of my reach.
“I’m sure you don’t need a boozy breakfast, do you, wife?” he states.
“Trying to tell us something?” Ash teases. “Food for two and whisking away her alcohol?”
Derek laughs and wiggles his eyebrows.
I roll my eyes. “No, he’s not trying to tell anyone anything. Don’t be silly, Derek.” I laugh. “Pass me the butter and syrup.”
“Gladly,” he says, a big smile on his face.
Everyone is staring.
“Are Derek and Chloe going to be the first to give me a grandchild?” Michael asks, lightness in his voice. “I thought it’d be Eli and Sabrina. Then I thought maybe Nay and Joshua. But the newlyweds might beat you all. How about you all race and see who can give me the most grandchildren?” He smiles as Naomi fills his plate for him.
“I’m not ready for kids,” Nay says. “Sorry to burst your bubble, Dad.”
