Dinner proceeds in a similar manner. Uncle Nathan, Dad, and Alastair engage in conversation, cracking jokes. At least none of the jokes are particularly aimed at Fredrick or me, thanks to Mom's request.

I remain quiet, listening to everyone talk. Fredrick seems to be doing the same, but he keeps a hand on my leg the entire time. I'm the same, needing his touch. Everything appears to be going smoothly, and I'm excited that Dad will be the one to bring Fredrick into the pack.

"When can I expect some grandbabies, then?" Mom suddenly asks.

Both Dad and Fredrick choke on their food, and I almost spit out the water...