Avery takes the blanket from Patty, black with gray stripes. “Thank you. This is very kind of you.”
“You’re so welcome, sweet boy.”
Kathy leans back against her chair, wearing a mischievous smirk that I’ve seen one too many times on her brother. “Did you make one for Presley?”
Patty rolls her eyes. “Oh, don’t start this now.”
Chelsea chuckles. “She definitely did. I’d bet a hundred bucks that there’s a blanket in that spare room of hers.”
Stephen whips out his wallet, and tosses a hundred-dollar-bill onto the table. “There’s no way she made one for us already.”
Kathy bolts into another room. “Let me get my purse.”
Patty crosses her arms over her chest. “You people are being ridiculous.”
Presley rubs circles on her back. “It’s okay. Don’t listen to them. You’re just full of love and excitement, and there’s nothing wrong with that.” She turns to glare at Stephen. “You’re a lot like your mother, you know, so I don’t think you have a leg to stand on here.”
I snort-laugh, and Stephen shoots me a glare.
Patrick leans in and whispers, “He’s totally like his mother.”
I nod. “I made that observation the second I walked in the door.”
Kathy returns with a stack of twenties, and tosses them onto the table in front of her. “I’m with Chelsea, and I’m adding in an extra fifty to bet that it’s a yellow blanket.”
Patty’s eyes widen. “Did you go in there?”
“Aha!” Chelsea jumps up. “You did make a blanket. God, you’re weird.”
Stephen’s head whips to his mother. “Are you kidding me? Already?”
“Sue me, okay? My baby boy is finally happy, and I’m excited.” Patty dabs at the corners of her eyes. “Oh, I’m just so glad you’re all here.”
Presley flicks her eyes to me. “We’re happy to be here, Patty. This is exactly where we’re meant to be.”
I grin as I turn to Stephen. “Some would say we’re written in the stars.”
The corner of his mouth curves up. “Yeah, I think we are.”
THE END