Page 117 of The Right Kind of Wrong
“It’s practically perfect,” I said.
“Just don’t screw it up, Evan,” Will added. “Or things will get really awkward at family gatherings.”
“We’ve thought about that,” Meredith said. “But we can’t seem to stay apart. Even when we try. The distance is hard, but…we’re going to see where it goes.”
“Well then, you have our blessing,” I said, smiling.
“To the happy couple,” Will said, handing everyone a glass.
Just then, Will’s mom walked in.
“Hello, everyone! I bring gifts.”
Bebe and James ran over to her.
“Hello, darlings,” she said, hugging them.
Will’s mom had always been warm to my kids, which was a relief. Brooke’s parents had embraced the kids as well. They were loved in so many directions, and I was grateful.
Brooke and Jason arrived next. She looked a little heavier, and I couldn’t help but wonder, was she pregnant?
Then came Kelly, Jeff, and the children. That’s when the house truly came to life. Laughter, chatter, and kids everywhere.
Kelly leaned in to me and whispered, “Brooke’s looking a little…plump. You don’t think?—”
“That she’s on the wrong diet?” I asked, smirking.
“No,” she said. “Pregnant.”
I shrugged. “Maybe. If she is, then I’m happy for them. I know Brooke wants kids of her own.”
Kelly looked at me. “Would you and Will want another one?”
I laughed. “I think thisStep-by-Stepclan is big enough. You know they had a baby and then the show got canceled.”
We both cracked up as we carried dishes to the table.
When it was time to eat, everyone gathered around. Will stood up with his glass raised.
“I’d like to propose a toast,” he said. “To family. Not all families look the same—and ours might be the most unique of them all. But it’s full of love, chaos, and unity. And to my future wife, who pulled off this amazing night.”
“To family,” everyone echoed.
It wasn’t picture-perfect. But it was ours, beautiful, messy, and imperfect in all the best ways.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
