“That’s enough,” Lena snapped. But underneath the irritation was a strange, warm thread. Her family’s chaos was a language she’d been forced to speak her whole life. Loud, critical, but present.
“We’re finalizing the guest list for your cousin’s engagement party,” Margaret said. “You’ll be bringing… someone?”
A pause. Then, softly: “Lena, I’d learn to cook gluten-free casseroles for you. A dinner with your family? That’s the easy part.”
Theo laughed—a low, steady sound. “Are you asking me to walk into a war zone for you?” Family sexy video
She closed her eyes. For the first time, the thought of bringing someone home didn’t feel like an ambush. It felt like building a new table, right next to the old one.
Her father, David, lowered his fork. “The one who fixes motorcycles?”
“They want to meet you,” she said, leaning against her car. “Full interrogation. Dad will ask about your ‘intentions.’ Mom will ask about your salary. Jamie will ask if you own a suit.” “That’s enough,” Lena snapped
The family dinner table had always been a battlefield, but tonight, Lena sat in the eye of the storm. Her mother, Margaret, passed the mashed potatoes with the same rigid smile she used to announce life-changing news.
Her younger brother, Jamie, snorted. “Last month she brought a guy who thought ‘gluten’ was a yoga pose.”
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“I’m asking if you’ll hold my hand under the table while it happens.”
She bit back a smile. “Yes. His name is Theo.”