"What?" Christian blinked. He remembered his brother's advice to be confident, to own up to it, but somehow hearing his grandfather ask him like that caught him off-guard. Sure, he expected this with his aunt Rosette to pull off a stunt like that, but his grandfather… nope.
"Come on! We are all adults here, and you are approaching my age with every passing year. Who is the guy"? His grandpa pushed.
"This guy. It's not like you would recognise him" Christian blurted.
"I think I would," Rachel stepped up and sniffed around. "Ahh, I see" She smirked.
Christian linked his mother [God, save me.]
[I am not God, son. I am your mom. Although I can see why you will be so confused.] Mrs. Wrisberg teased her son through the link.
Christian let out an uncomfortable smile before snarling in the link, [Mom please. I am not sure if I am ready for this conversation.]
