Robbie’s eyes dipped as he went silent, as though deep in contemplation.
Jamie was conversely anxious. “That’s right. Grandpa really likes us, so I’m sure he would be more than happy to learn that we are his grandson’s children.”
“Does that mean we can’t call him Grandpa anymore? Ellie asked.
“Seems like it,” Jamie said while he tilted his head. “The kindergarten books mentioned that Daddy’s grandpa is called great-grandfather.”
“Ah, are we to address Grandpa as Great-Grandpa then?” Ellie’s eyes widened in curiosity. “That doesn’t have the same ring to it.”
“Yeah, it doesn’t.” Jamie was all business when he expounded upon that, “Grandpa’s Daddy’s Grandpa, not ours…”
“Oh.” Ellie nodded, unsure as to whether she actually understood.
“Is there anything else you would like to know?” Zachary asked Robbie.
“Would you be marrying Mommy?” the boy asked as he raised his head.
“Of course I will,” Zachary replied without hesitancy. “I’ll start preparation as soon as Grandpa comes to.”
“Hooray!” Ellie cheered with her hands raised high. “I want to be the flower girl.”
“Me too, me too.” Jamie chimed in. “I want to invite my friends from kindergarten to attend Daddy and Mommy’s wedding.”
“That’s wonderful. I’d like to extend invitations to some of our old neighbors,” Mrs. Berry spoke excitedly. “And a few of Mr. Windt’s former bodyguards who had taken care of us, as well as Fergie and the others…”
“No problem. We’ll invite all of them.” Jamie thumped upon his own chest. “Let me make the arrangements.”
“Me too. I want to invite a few friends too…” Ellie added as she did not want to be left out. “There’s Ms. Longman and Ms. Cheney…”
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