Page 45 of Make Us Yours
He’s not exactly her man, since they don’t actually have a relationship. But they’re both completely and utterly smitten with each other. They both get tongue-tied in one another’s presence and turn red like tomatoes. They also can’t seem to keep their eyes off each other when they’re in the same room. It’s adorable to watch.
“He’s not my man,” Brey tells Mira while turning a deep pink as she says the words.
“Isn’t it funny how she knows exactly who we’re talking about, yet claims he’s not hers?” Emma giggles.
“She’s still trying to deny it,” Cecilia informs her mother-in-law.
“Ah, I see.” Mira nods, then leans in toward Nancy. “We’ll have to come up with something to get those two moving.”
Nancy nods in agreement.
“Mom!” Aubrey gapes like a fish. The tips of her ears and nose have turned completely red, like it’s the middle of winter and she’s been standing outside for hours.
“What? You two would make such a cute couple. Oh! And imagine the babies!?” Nancy gushes.
“Oh, I totally agree. Those babies would be adorable!” Mira coos as well.
This conversation really did get out of hand. At least they aren’t talking about my love life anymore. I mean, my non-existing love life with two certain men we won’t mention.
After a few more ebullient comments, the conversation is finally changed to safer territories. Cecilia and Emma put Dante and Gracie down for their nap shortly after, during which Aubrey and I head home to get changed for the game tonight.
Emma instructed us to dress fancier than usual, since tonight could be a big night for everyone. We agreed because, as she quoted,“We don’t want to look like garbage in front of the camera.”Then we returned to Emma’s to have dinner and finish getting ready before we all headed out the door for the boys’ game.
Mira and John get into their car with Dante, while Nancy and Andrew take Gracie into their rental, since they live in Toronto and only came down for the game.If things go as we’re all hoping tonight, the grandparents will be going home with the kids, while we celebrate with the men. And if not, then we’ll all be going home and following them to Dallas in three days for the final game.
“Let’s go win us a cup!” Emma cheers as the girls and I all pile into her SUV.
I pull out my phone and create a group chat with Noah and Gabe, shooting them one last quick text.
Me
Good luck again! I’ll be cheering for you both.
Husband #1
That’s our girl. Thanks, baby. Do I get a kiss if we win?
Me
Who knows…
Husband #1
Oh, we are so winning this game. See you after the game, Vixen
Husband #2
What about me?
Me
You boys are so demanding. I swear, worse than puppies.
Husband #1
But much better looking, right?
Me
