“That’s a weird question.”
“I know, but I fucked up with Luka, and now he’s second-guessing his honeymoon plans. Can you help me out?”
“Of course,” Sadie says with a warm smile. She squeezes my hand before we head out of the SUV.
Together, we walk the handful of blocks to the Greek restaurant Luka picked out. “I hope this is okay,” I say, opening the door for Sadie.
“I’ve never eaten here, but it smells delicious,” she says as we enter the restaurant.
Luka is already seated at a table with Hannah. He nods, and Hannah waves with a huge grin on her face.
I slip my hand in Sadie’s as we walk through the restaurant toward our table. I release my grasp, pulling her chair out for her to sit.
“Thanks,” she says, offering me a sheepish grin.
“Wow,” Hannah says, and smacks Luka’s arm. “You ought to do that for me.”
“I’m marrying you, doesn’t that count?” Luka asks. He grins cheekily and reaches for Hannah’s hand, giving it a prominent squeeze.
We do our quick introductions as we get situated at the table.
Sadie smiles warmly, glancing over the menu and ordering before directing her question at Hannah. “How’s the wedding planning going?”
Luka groans and unlatches his hand from his fiancée’s while he reaches for his water glass, taking a sip. “I’m going to need something stronger,” he mutters playfully.
Hannah elbows him. “I swear you were more romantic before you proposed.”
“You two are cute together,” Sadie chimes, a warm smile on her face. The girl fits in perfectly, like she was cast for this role and waiting her entire life to play it. “How did you two meet?”
“That’s a long story,” Hannah says with a laugh. “We met, hooked up, but didn’t reconnect for a while.”
“Our daughter, Bay, was two when I finally met her.”
“That’s not my fault. I didn’t know how to find you, and I tried.” Hannah’s eyes are wide, and Luka leans in, planting a kiss on her lips.
“I know,Zaya.”
I avert my stare, and Sadie reaches for my hand, intertwining our fingers. The girl doesn’t miss a beat.
“So, have you two talked about kids?” Hannah asks, changing the subject.
“I have a daughter,” Sadie says. “She just turned thirteen.”
“Oh wow, a teenager or what I’d love to call a built-in-babysitter. Can I get her number?” Hannah asks.
Sadie chuckles. “She doesn’t have a cell phone, but I can give you my number and coordinate.”
Hannah whips out her phone, ready to take on the information.
I glance at Sadie. She doesn’t have to do this. Won’t it complicate matters after we break up? She smiles reassuringly at me, and the girls exchange phone numbers.
“So, who is watching Bay while you are on your honeymoon?” I ask.
“We discussed bringing in a nanny at the house and then having her look after Bay while we’re gone. We also have very close friends who are around to make sure that she’s cared for,” Hannah says.
“We’ve talked about it, but nothing happened,” Luka says. “We can’t dump Bay off on a stranger. She needs time to get to know the new nanny.”
“I know. That’s why Madisyn has offered to help too.”