Page 138 of Inspiring Izzy

From Angie, that's pretty much a compliment. "You, too."

"Come on," Brady motions to the exit. "We have a stop on our way home."

"Please don't tell me I'm finally going to get to meet your mother," I groan.

"Yep."

"Ugh."

Brady's mansion isn't really a mansion. It doesn't look that much bigger than Mom and Dad's house. The two-story, limewash brick house is surprisingly warm and inviting. It helps that lush garland is strung along the cozy front porch and twinkling lights are glowing faintly in the waning afternoon light.

"I thought you lived in a mansion," I tease him.

"I never said I lived in a mansion," he chuckles.

"You made it very clear that your mother has a wing in the house."

Brady laughs. "She has a bedroom and bathroom on the first floor. The rest of the bedrooms are upstairs."

"What if she hates me?"

"She won't remember tomorrow," Brady deadpans.

Despite the anxiety swirling in my stomach, I laugh.

Everything is surprisingly normal when we walk inside. A big gray couch, two recliners, a glass coffee table and a big screen TV hung over a fireplace make up the living room. It's an open floor plan, so I can see the kitchen from my spot at the front door. It's spacious and bright.

"This way," Brady points a thumb to the left.

My eyes land on the stairs as we walk by them.

"We can go see our room next," Brady whispers in my ear.

"I wasn't..." I trail off. I was. I really was wondering what his bed looks like.

"Mom?" Brady knocks on her door. When he pushes it open, it smells like roses and mint.

"Brady, is that you?" she hollers from a peach-colored high-back chair parked right in front of the TV. Jeopardy is on.

"It's me," Brady kneels in front of her. "How are you today?"

Brady's mom, who's name I don't even know, coughs. "Good."

"There's someone I'd like you to meet," Brady holds his hand out to me. When I kneel beside him, I watch his mom's golden eyes widen. "Mom, this is Izzy."

"Izzy," my name rolls off her tongue as she touches her short grey hair. "I think I've met you before."

Brady shakes his head. "No, but you've heard me talk about her."

"Well, I know we've met before."

"Mom," Brady licks his lips nervously. "Izzy and I got married."

"Oh."

"And we just found out we're going to have a baby."

"I'm going to be...a grandma?"

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