That sounds like a lifetime.
I can see Six feels the same way because she deflates a little. But then she says, “That’s perfect. We’ll be there.”
“Yes. We’ll be there.”
Quinn says, “Do you need help with the cost of flights?”
“No, you guys have done enough,” Six says. “Truly.”
There’s a pause, and then Graham takes over the phone. “You have our number now. We’ll text you our address. Just let us know what days you want to come and we’ll work our schedules around it. We’re looking forward to it.”
“Thank you,” Six says again.
“Yes. Thank you.”
Six is squeezing my hand so hard, it kind of hurts. Graham and Quinn both tell us goodbye. When I hang up the phone, we sit in silence for a moment, letting it all sink in.
“Shit,” I mutter.
“What?”
I look at Six. “This means we have to tell our parents that they’re grandparents.”
Six looks worried, but only for a second. Then she grins. “My brothers are going to hate you.”
I would expect that to alarm me, but it doesn’t. “I don’t care. Nothing can bring me down from this high.”
Six laughs and then stands up, pulling my hands. “We have to go tell Sky and Holder!” Six crawls out her window and into Sky’s bedroom window. I’m right on her heels.
When we burst into the living room from the hallway, everyone looks up at us. They’re still playing Monopoly.
“We found him!” Six says.
I’m sure they can all tell we’ve been crying, which would explain why they seem so alarmed by the sight of us.
“Found who?” Karen asks.
Sky immediately knows what we’re talking about and why we look so disheveled and elated. She stands up slowly and covers her mouth. Then says, “No.”
Six nods. “Yes. We just got off the phone with them. We get to meet him next month.”
“Meet who?” Breckin says.
“The baby?” Holder says.
I nod. “Yes. His name is Matteo. And he’s adorable. He looks just like us.”
“Who is Matteo?” Karen asks.
“What is everyone talking about?” Jack asks.
Holder and Sky are rushing across the room. Holder must not even care that I lost my cool with him earlier, because he pulls me in for a hug. Six and Sky are hugging and squealing. Then all four of us are hugging. God, I’ve done a lot of hugging this week.
When we all let go, Jack and Karen and Breckin are still staring at us. More than annoyed. “What’s going on?” Karen asks Sky.
Sky answers for us. “Daniel got Six pregnant and she had the baby in Italy and put it up for adoption and they found him!”
“I didn’t know I got her pregnant,” I say. I don’t know why I say that.
“I didn’t know it was him who got me pregnant,” Six says.
“It’s complicated,” Holder adds.
Karen’s eyes are wide. She’s staring at Six. “You...you had a baby?”
Six nods. “Yeah, and no offense, but we don’t have time to explain right now. We’ve got to go tell our parents that they’re grandparents now.”
“Your parents don’t know?” Jack says. For some reason, he looks at Holder and glares at him. “Anything you and Sky want to share with us now that this is all out in the open?”
Holder shakes his head. “No. No, sir. No babies here. Not yet. I mean, not for a long time. Years.”
As much as I like seeing Holder nervous, Six and I have stuff to do. People to inform. Parents to piss off. I grab her hand and lead her to the front door. “Sorry I was a dick earlier!” I yell back to everyone. Then I look at Breckin. “I’ll never call you Powder Puff again. I’m a dad now, I have to set a good example.”
Breckin nods. “Thanks. I think.”
Six pushes me out the door. “Let’s tell your parents first,” she says. “We’ll tell mine in the morning. They’re already in bed.”
Chapter Seven
Six and I are seated on the loveseat together. She’s clutching my hand. Hannah and Chunk are on the couch. My parents are too worried to sit down, so they’re pacing the living room.
“You’re scaring us, Daniel,” my mother says.
“What is this about?” My father asks me. “You never call Wesley family meetings.” He looks at Six. “Oh my God. Are you pregnant? Did Daniel get you pregnant?”
We glance at each other and then Six says, “No. Well...not…technically.”
“You want to get pregnant?” he asks, still throwing out guesses.
“No,” Six says.
“You’re engaged?” my mother asks me.
“No,” I say.
“Sick?” she asks.
I wish they’d just shut up and let me form my thoughts. This is a tough thing to blurt out.
“You’re breaking up?” my father asks.
“You dropped out of college?” my mother asks.
“For Pete’s sake, they had a baby!” Chunk yells, annoyed. Then she immediately slaps her hand over her mouth and looks at me with eyes as wide as saucers. “Sorry, Daniel. I was getting really irritated with all the guessing.”