"We haven't even cleared him medically," Dante said, arms folded like a disappointed physician. "No lab work, no stress test, not even a basic hygiene inspection. What if he drags you off to live somewhere with moldy ceilings and poor air circulation? Do you want your immune system compromised for love?" His tone was deadly serious, but the rest of us could barely hold in our laughter.
Then there was Dad, who tried to look calm but was clearly struggling. "I raised you to ride bikes and avoid suspicious-looking boys—not to run off and marry one," he grumbled. "At the very least, beat me at chess before you start a new chapter in life."
Meanwhile, Leanna just laughed, brushing off all their dramatics. "You boys act like she's marrying a stranger. He's literally the father of her child and currently holding Bean like a human pillow."
