Page 118 of Perfect Enough
“Lord, here we go,” I said as I tugged Sophia, who seemed to slow down a bit, behind me. We walked into the living room and the arguing continued.
One look around said we were the last to arrive. That wasn’t good.
“We’re here!” I called out.
No one even looked in our direction.
“Hello?” I yelled a bit louder.
“What’s happening?” Sophia asked in a hushed voice. I wasn’t sure why she was whispering. It wasn’t like anyone would be able to hear her through all the yelling.
“They’re trying to pick the game.”
“Oh.”
It was all she said as she inched behind me, clutching my hand even tighter.
“Grams is most likely in the kitchen.”
Sophia didn’t say anything as she followed me through the living room and into the kitchen. Her eyes were taking in everything. Uncle Brock and Aunt Lincoln’s house was beautiful and had a very rustic feel to it.
“There they are!” Mom said as we made our way into the kitchen. She hugged Sophia before hugging me. Then she hugged Sophia a second time. When I looked at my father with a raised brow, he simply winked.
“Hi, Mom,” I said, as she gushed over how lovely Sophia looked.
With a quick glance in my direction, my mother smiled. “Hey, honey. Sophia, darling, you’re glowing.”
Sophia glanced at me with pink cheeks before Grams pulled her into a hug, followed by Aunt Lincoln.
“Dad, what’s happening right now?”
My father slapped my back. “You brought a girl home, son. Not just home. You brought her to family game night. In thewomen’s eyes, you’re practically engaged. They’ll most likely start talking about the wedding and future grandbabies the moment you and Sophia leave.”
“What?” I asked, louder than I’d intended. It didn’t matter, though; everyone in the kitchen was currently fawning over my girlfriend. To be honest, I couldn’t blame them. She was amazing, and the best part of all of it…she was all mine.
“Dude, when did you get here?” Nate asked, reaching out and hitting me on the side of the arm. He leaned in and said, “How did dinner go?”
Grinning, I replied, “Everything was perfect.”
He looked me over for a moment, then grinned back. “It’s about damn time!”
“Let’s talk about this another time.”
Nate laughed.
“Okay, looks like we’re playing the Oreo game,” Morgan said as her six-year-old daughter Blakley jumped for joy behind her.
“Oreo game?” I asked Nate.
Sighing, he said, “Now that we have older cousins, they’ve been given a vote. Rhett was the one who came up with the game. Said he and Granddad watched a video, and they both agreed that would be the next family game night game. Once he said that, no one could argue.”
I smiled at little Blakley. As soon as she saw me, she ran over, calling my name. I bent down and scooped her up as she launched herself at me.
“Hey, Squirt!”
“Uncle Josh, we’re playing the Oreo game!” she said, cupping my face in her little hands before planting a kiss right on my mouth.
“That sounds like fun! What is it?”