“Mom, I'll be back. Mom and Dad, get ready, okay? We're going to Vonda's house.”

“Huh?! To Vonda's house? For what?”

“A family meeting. I'm getting married next Sunday.”

“What?! Getting married next Sunday? Did you get Vonda pregnant?!”

Max had already suspected that this was what had happened when he decided to contact Riley that afternoon, just as he arrived at his apartment. He opened the closet door and searched for the clothes he would wear.

“Please, Mom. Get an obstetrician,” Max grumbled. “I don't want to marry Vonda because she's pregnant.”

“Oh?” Riley teased from across the room. “Are you sure it's not because Vonda's pregnant?”

“No.”

“Then......