I gave Marco a look. “He’s four and he’s uncomfortable saying ‘I love you.’ I already pity his future girlfriends.”
Marco laughed. “He’s a man. He has a hard time showing his feelings.”
“You’re a man and you don’t have a hard time showing your feelings.”
“In public I do.”
“You just said you loved me in front of Dylan.”
“It’s just Dylan.”
“So you’re telling me that when we get married you’re not going to say you love me in your wedding vows?”
“You don’t say ‘I love you’ in wedding vows.”
“You do if you write your own.” I was completely messing with him and it was worth it to see the flicker of panic in his eyes.
“Write my own… vows?” His grip on Dylan’s shoulders tightened.
“Mmm-hmm.”
“You want me to write my own vows?”
I turned my mouth down at the corners as I shrugged. “Well, I might let you off with it, if you actually get around to proposing sometime.”
The light dawned in his eyes. “You manipulative —”
I grabbed my purse off my chair, ready to leave. “Finish that sentence and I won’t say yes.”
“I never asked,” he argued, ushering Dylan out behind me.
“But you’re going to.” I glanced back at Dylan. “Your daddy is a slowcoach.”
Marco looked at his son for help, but Dylan just looked at him with this “Really, dude” expression that made me love him even more.
“Are you sure he’s not my child?” I joked.
“Sometimes I wonder,” Marco muttered.
From school we got a cab back to my place so I could change for the evening’s event. It was Lily’s fifth birthday, and Gio and Gabby had generously offered the restaurant as a place to host it, closing off the back room for our private party.
Outside the restaurant we bumped into Cole and his new girlfriend, Larissa. She was a quiet, pretty auburn-haired psychology student who was clearly one hundred times more madly in love with Cole than he was with her.
“D-Man,” Cole greeted Dylan first. The two of them bumped fists, the brightness in Dylan’s eyes the only indication that he was thrilled to see Cole. While it had taken a few months for Marco to come around to Cole, his son had latched on to my best friend within a matter of hours after meeting him. They shared an overall seriousness that put them beyond their years and had a seemingly innate understanding of each other.
“What d’ye get?” Dylan gestured to the wrapped gift in Cole’s hand.
“Girlie stuff. You?” He indicated the present Dylan was carrying for us.
He scrunched up his nose. “Girlie stuff.”
Cole patted him on the back of the head and pulled open the door to the restaurant. “I hear you.”
“Hi, Larissa,” I greeted her with a coaxing smile.
In return I received a pinched smile. I couldn’t quite work out if it was because she was shy or because she, like most of Cole’s girlfriends so far, resented my presence in his life. I was sure it was the latter.
Marco and I held back as the three of them walked inside.
“She hates me,” I grumbled.
“You’re hot and Cole loves you. Of course she hates you.” Marco tugged on my hand, pulling me inside.
“Well, thanks for that very comforting and concise summary of the situation.”
He gave me a wry half smile as we walked through the front dining room and into the hall to reach the back. “She’ll get over it. That better?”
“No, because now you’re lying.”
He looked up at the ceiling as if talking to God. “I can’t win.”
“He’s not listening.”
He cut me a dry look. “Obviously.”
“Oh, shut it. You love me and you know it.”
“You kill me with your sweetness, babe.”
“Ah, there you are!” Liv came hurrying forward as we entered the back dining room. Pink and purple decorations had literally exploded all over the room. There were balloons, ribbons, flower chains, and sparkly confetti everywhere. Liv gave me a quick hug and grinned up at Marco in greeting. “Your aunt and uncle are amazing to do this. I think I’ve thanked them so much they’re ready to kill me.”
“It’s no problem.” Marco shrugged. “You’re family.”
Her eyes bugged out at me and she whispered comically, “I’m family.”
I patted her shoulder. “They’re not the Mafia, Liv. Calm down.”
“Nanna!”
My nephew William came flying at me, dangerously unsteady with momentum. I grabbed him before he made hard impact with my legs. As soon as I lifted him into my arms, Beth, Lily, and Luke were at my side. I greeted them all before bending down to kiss Lily’s silky dark hair. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.”
She smiled shyly and leaned into my leg.