“Oh, good,” Dad said and grabbed a plate.
“What a feast. Thanks, you two,” Mom said.
We sat down at the table once we all had our chosen dishes. Max and I shared a quick glance before he stood up and raised his glass of Mimosa. I raised my OJ.
“Ian, Claire, it’s such a pleasure having you around for a meal. I hope this is the first of many brunches.”
“Cheers,” Dad said and raised his glass.
“Looking forward to it,” Mom chimed in.
I stood up as soon as Max sat down. It was a case of now or never in the bravery stakes.
“Thanks for coming, guys,” I started. “There is something Max and I would like to share with you.”
I swallowed hard. Mom gave me her ‘I thought so’ look. Dad was clueless. Max was sweating.
“I’m pregnant. It wasn’t planned, but Max and I are excited nonetheless,” I added quickly.
“A baby!” Mom said with a look of pure joy on her face. “Oh, Angel. That’s wonderful.”
Mom got up and came around the table to hug me.
“Max,” Dad said and looked at my poor lover. “What have you done to my daughter?”
Max turned pale and looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Dad burst out laughing.
“Sorry, Max. I couldn’t resist. That’s wonderful news, you two. A baby is such a blessing. Congratulations.”
“You nearly scared me to death, Ian,” Max sighed. “I was getting ready to run.”
“Yeah, Ian’s a pill, '' Mom said drolly and gave her husband a scolding glare before she hugged Max.
Dad got up and shook Max’s hand. Then he hugged me tightly and kissed me on my cheek.
“I’m so happy for you, my girl,” he smiled.
“I’m so glad you guys are excited about this,” I said and took a gulp of OJ.
“How far along are you, honey?” Mom asked.
“I don’t know yet. I’m seeing the OBGYN next week.”
“Be sure to bring us a photo of our new grandbaby, Angel,” Dad smiled.
“Of course, Grandpa,” I grinned.
“OMG!” Mom said and clasped her face between her hands. “I’m too young to be a grandma.”
“Does this mean I’m in love with a GILF?” Dad grinned at Mom.
“Dad! That’s disgusting! Where did you even hear that?”
“Oh, come now. I read.”
Max laughed loudly as Mom was cleaning up the Mimosa, she’d sprayed all over the table.
“Ian Harris! I can’t take you anywhere.”