At the end of the day, I headed home with Trent; Isach was with Abby, and for the first time all day, I started to relax. Trent would meet my aunt and uncle, they'd love him, and then we could get on with our lives as we'd planned. He parked in the driveway and killed the engine.
"Ready for this?" I asked.
He took my hand, lifted it to his mouth, and kissed my knuckles. "I've been ready."
We got out of the truck and followed Abby and Isach inside. Aunt Beth and Uncle Dean stood in the entryway, almost as if they'd been watching us from the window, eagerly awaiting our arrival.
"You already met Isach," Abby said, motioning toward him. "But here he is again."
Isach shook Uncle Dean's hand, then Aunt Beth's. "It's nice to see you two again."
"Likewise," Uncle Dean said. "Though, it's a tad strange you're with my daughter now, don't you think?"
"Dad!" Abby shrieked.
Trent covered his laughter with a cough.