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“I know, Carly This isn’t about last night I respect your privacy until you’re ready to talk about it”

Now that e is a pusher, a -body She’s not the stay-out-of-it type, and she never will be So I just don’t knohat

“Sal and I have so to tell the two of you”

Ryan and I share a glance, wondering ifto Stella about his suspicions In a way, I’ he did It would at least break a little bit of the thickest ice when it co in a relationship with each other

“Mo forward in my chair

Suddenly, though, she jolts in her seat and shoves a hand out in front of her, declaring, “We’re engaged!”

I’m sorry…you’re what now?

My blink is repetitive and slow as I try like hell to gethere is not adding up Seventy plus seventy-five plus engage my mom’s fiancé’s son equals oh-shit-fuck-me-son-of-a-bitch

Oh Shit Fuck Me Son Of A Bitch

Ryan finds his voice first I don’t know if it’s because he’s not busyfucked-up equations in his head or if he’s just better at it, but daht now is seriously impressive

“You’re engaged? Like, to each other?”

Sal snorts “Shit, son Yes, each other You think I went out and found some other broad to marry, and Stella would be this excited about it?”

“We’re going to be fa her ar?”

“Family,” I repeat woodenly with a nod

My reat?” She reaches across the table and grabs Ryan’s chin, shaking it back and forth, not one, not two, but three times His eyes retreat to the corners and stare ests, “And there’s no pressure at all, but oh, sweetheart, I’d be absolutely thrilled if you wanted to call me Momma!”

WHAT?

Oh my God My heart beats so hard in ht out and flop on the table in front of me The coffee and Denny’s breakfast and the muffins roil in my stomach, and I look to Ryan in a panic