Page 6 of Sam's Forever
Let me know, you have my number.
Love, Sam.
“We’re going,” Lizzie informs me with a serious look.
“Yeah, babe, we are,” I agree.
“And you’re going to sit down with your son and make it right, or at least clear the air,” Lizzie orders me.
“Okay,” I agree.
“Mmm,” she narrows her eyes at me. “That was way too easy.” But she lets me off the hook and turns towards Maestro and Stacey. “Are you going to go?”
Maestro looks up at Stacey, who nods excitedly, “We’ll go, on one condition.” He continues when Lizzie starts to clap again, “On the condition that the brothers all agree and Red and Emily will look after the kids for us.”
“Okay,” Lizzie agrees. “I’m going to look at flights for all of us so that we have an idea. Let me know if you two are going to come with. We’ll have to take the kids out of school, but that’s a worry for another day.”
Lizzie hops off my lap, whirls around, and kisses me quickly before standing up, saying excitedly, “We’re going to the UK. I can’t wait. I’m going to let Sam and Ally know. Love you, see you later,” she calls out and is gone.
Shaking my head, I watch as Stacey gets up more sedately, turning to kiss Maestro before she follows Lizzie out the door.
“Fuck,” I hiss, tilting my head to look at the ceiling, “my eldest kid is getting married. Do you know how old that makes me feel?”
Maestro laughs and teases, “You’ll be a grandpa before you know it.”
“Fuck you, man,” I give him the finger, laughing with him. “Don’t put that juju out there. I’m not sure I’m ready for that.”
When our laughter dies down, Maestro says, “You going to clear the air with him before he gets married?”
“Yeah,” I sigh, wiping a hand down my face, then scraping my hair back off my face. “Yeah. I will.”
“Good,” Maestro says. “Let’s get the brothers in and let them know. We’ve got time, but it’s always good to be prepared. Maybe instead of expecting Lizzie to tell him you’re coming, you should send him a message congratulating him and telling him you’ll be there.”
Holding up my phone, I show him. “Already ahead of you, brother,” I tell him.
Me – Congratulations to you and Ally on your wedding, Sam. The invite arrived today. Lizzie, the kids, and I’ll be there. Lizzie is booking the tickets as I type. Maestro and Stacey will confirm once we have things sorted with the brothers and Poppy. Looking forward to seeing you.
Sam – Thanks for the quick answer. I’ll let Ally and Bren know. They’re in charge of the lists, and we’ll get rooms booked for you and the kids.
Me – Perfect, let me know if you need anything.
Sam – We’re good, thanks.
I sigh; of course, he wouldn’t need my help. He was a self-sufficient adult.
Sam – Appreciate the offer, though.
At that last sentence, I’m left a little lighter.
Going into my messages, I find Reaper’s contacts.
Me – Hey, man, just got the invite to the wedding. Lizzie is stoked and is booking tickets. We’d like to do something for Sam and Ally. Do you know if they’ve got a honeymoon planned?
Reaper – No fucking clue, but I’ll find out for you from Ally’s sister. Why?
Me – Lizzie and I’d like to pay for it.
Reaper – Gotcha, leave it with me.
