Brandon jogged after her, laughing.
“And somehow you’re still riding.”
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She tried to stay angry.
It lasted about three seconds.
Then she threw herself into his arms.
That was their relationship.
By the time Brandon proposed to me, he and Lisa already had their own routines, jokes, and tiny arguments.
He proposed at home after dinner because he knew I hated being the center of attention in public.
Lisa was supposed to be asleep.
Apparently, she had been hiding around the corner.
The second Brandon dropped to one knee, I heard a gasp from the hallway.
Lisa came running into the room.
“Are you two getting married?”
Brandon was still holding the ring.
“That depends on whether your mom says yes.”
I started laughing so hard that I cried.
“Yes,” I told him.
Lisa squealed.
Then suddenly, she became quiet.
She looked at Brandon.
“Does that mean I get a dad too?”
