Willa
Fuck off, Chels. No one asked you.
Dad
Let me know what they like to drink so I can make sure the fridge is stocked.
Mom
I’m going to make grandma’s pesto chicken recipe.
Me
Sounds good. We’ll bring dessert.
Kathy
Ooo can you bring those macaroons you got from the bakery last time?
Willa
Let’s Zoom so we can all have dinner with you guys!
Erin
I second this. I won’t be able to see you guys until Christmas.
Mom
That’s a great idea.
I glance up from my phone and meet Chance’s eyes in the rear-view mirror. “Everyone’s excited about meeting you next week.”
Presley twists in her seat. “I can’t wait. Are you sure it’s okay if I bring the kids?”
“Please, my mother is dying for more grandkids.”
She laughs. “Hope she’s not expecting one from me anytime soon.”
“Are you kidding? She’s probably in the middle of crocheting our future child a blanket as we speak.”
Chance smirks. “How many kids do you guys want to have?”
I shrug. “I’ll have as many as you guys want. Definitely more than one though.”
Chance nods. “He or she needs at least one sibling.”
Presley chews on the inside of her cheek. “Why don’t we start with two, and see how we feel after that? I don’t think I could have six like your mother.”
“The woman’s a saint. I don’t know how she did it with all of us growing up.”
Chance grunts. “Especially with you.”
I flip him off and he grins.
“Oh!” Presley smacks Chance in the thigh. “Give me your phone for a sec. I almost forgot.”
Chance hands it to her, and I lean over her shoulder to see what she’s doing.