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“Good grief,” Brensen says. “Way to rant about it.”
“What about you, Brensen?” I ask. “You have any girls in mind?”
“Brensen isn’t around enough to meet anyone. The guy keeps touring Africa,” Kaison says.
“Well, maybe he’ll find someone there,” I say. “You never know.”
“That’s true,” Kaison says. “I never thought I’d find someone at work, but here we are.”
“Just don’t fire me, Mr. Keith,” I say, looking at Kaison’s dad.
“You can call me Wes when we’re here at the house,” he says.
I’m at a loss for words for a minute. Finally, my brain decides to work again. “Yes, sir. I mean, okay, Wes. Thank you. That’s quite the honor.” His name is Weston Keith Jr., and he goes by Wes to differentiate between himself and Weston the third.
“You’re my son’s girlfriend. I don’t see why you need to still be so formal.”
“And that means you can call me Laurie,” Kaison’s mom says. “Enough with this Mrs. Keith business. I get why you did it before since you were an employee, and while you technically still are, I consider you a daughter. I’d say you should call me Mom, but maybe we’ll save that for whenever Kaison stops getting cold feet and finally decides to pop the question.”
I laugh. “That sounds great to me,” I say.
My heart is so full at this moment. I’m surrounded by people I love, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I look up into Kaison’s eyes, and he gazes down at me and smiles, leaning down to kiss me.
Cheers and catcalls erupt throughout the room, and we just ignore them as we blissfully lose ourselves into our own little world.
I have more than I ever could have asked for. And I’m never letting this one go.
The End
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