Irresistible (Cloverleigh Farms #1)(53)

After pulling off my hat and mittens, I knocked on the door that led to their living room. My father answered, looking surprised to see me. “Hey, peanut. Come on in.”

“Hi, Dad. Mom around?”

“Yeah. She’s in the kitchen harassing me about retirement again.”

I followed him through the dining room into the kitchen, where my mother was stirring roasted Brussels sprouts in a dented old pan. “Hey, Mom,” I said, unzipping my coat. “Smells good.”

“I made chicken and rice,” she said. “Do you want to eat with us?”

“Sure.” I slid onto a seat at their kitchen table, where I’d grown up eating breakfast, lunch, and dinner almost every day of my life. Hot, healthy, homemade meals for seven people that I probably didn’t appreciate then, but realized now took a lot of time and effort and taught me to value real food, fresh ingredients, and time with family. It was something I wanted to pass on to my own children someday. I told myself to go easy on her.

“I thought we might talk again about my opening a pastry shop,” I said. “I have some news.”





*



My phone hummed with a call just as I was climbing into bed. It was Mack.

“Hello?”

“Hey. Sorry it took so long for me to call back.”

“That’s okay.” I hopped into bed and pulled the covers over my legs. “How was your night?”

“It was fine.” But he sounded tired. “I took them to therapy, then out for some dinner, but Winnie is still struggling to eat.”

“Poor thing.”

“Then Felicity freaked out that she didn’t have enough valentines for her entire class, so I had to run out to the drugstore. And Millie’s eye-rolling is out of control, but all in all, not a terrible night.”

I laughed. “Don’t take it to heart. She’s at that age. Eye-rolling is sort of an automatic reaction to anything your dad says.”

That prompted a groan. “I’m not looking forward to the teenage years.”

“Maybe it won’t be so bad. I wasn’t a sassy teenager.”

“No?”

“No, but that might have been a reaction to Chloe. She was as sassy as they come, and I saw how my parents struggled. I think I was trying to be the anti-Chloe.” I sighed. “I was a pleaser.”

“You still are.”

I smiled. “But guess what?”

“What?”

“I talked to Maxima Radley, and it went really well. Then I went down to tell my parents about it.”

“And?”

“And I convinced them that if they really loved me, they would support me in this. I told them that I was doing this with or without their support, but I’d much prefer to have it.”

“What did they say?”

“My dad asked me some practical questions. My mother mostly gave me the silent treatment. But in the end, it was my father who talked her into easing up on me.”

“Really? How?”

“It was pretty incredible. He said he’d been thinking about it all last night and all day today. He reminded her of how her family—which was wealthy and old money—had treated her when she announced she wanted to marry a guy she’d met at college who ran a family farm up north. And how they told her it was beneath her to run an inn. And how everyone told them they were crazy to buy more land and plant a vineyard.” I felt my throat getting tight as I described the next part. “Then he took her hand and reminded her how they’d always agreed that raising children was the hardest, most important job they’d ever do … but that the job was over. That even though they’re still parents, their children were all grown, and they had to trust that they’d raised smart, kind, responsible people unafraid to face the world and chase their dreams. Otherwise, he said, they’d have failed.”

“Wow. How’d she take it?”

“She shed a few tears. But in the end, she came around. She admitted that maybe her clinging to me had more to do with herself than with me. Her identity for so many years has been wrapped up in being an overprotective mother. Once that’s gone, she fears feeling lost. She doesn’t know what the next phase of her life is supposed to look like.”

He was silent a moment. “I can relate to that.”

“My dad told her it can look like anything she wants it to. He said maybe they should stop talking about traveling more and do it. Enjoy the years they’ve got left while they still feel young enough.”

“What did she say?”

I laughed. “She said three things. One, she’d love to travel more, especially to see her grandchildren. Two, she said it only works if he agrees to step back from work a bit, so he should really get a plan in place for his retirement. And three, she said she wants more grandchildren in her life. Then she gave me a look.”

“A look? What kind of look?”

“A look that says, Is there any hope of you giving me a grandchild in the future?”

He coughed. “You’ve got three other sisters. How come the pressure’s all on you?”

“I don’t know. Maybe she figures April would have started a family if she’d wanted one by now? Or that Meg is too much of a career woman? Or that Chloe can’t be trusted to raise kids that aren’t little hellions like she was?”