I was still reeling over the news when Abby came up to Denny. Seeing the look on my face, she asked him, “Did you tell her?” When he nodded, she turned to me. “Congratulations, Kiera, we’re very excited for you. I wanted to change the banner but Denny told me it was too soon to announce anything.”
I smiled at her adorable accent. That was one of the perks for me when I hung out with Denny and his wife—two accents for the price of one. “Thank you. I’m still . . . taking it all in.”
Abby nodded as she looped her arms through Denny’s. “Well, you deserve your success, you and Kellan both.” An impish smile crossed her lips and she added, “And isn’t your congratulations cake gorgeous?”
“Definitely. It’s almost nicer than your wedding cake.” Abby lifted an eyebrow at me, and I had to laugh. Her wedding cake had been something straight out of a Martha Stewart catalog. There had been seven layers to it. And a fountain. I’m not joking.
Denny laughed with me, but stopped when Abby pouted at him. Giving her an adoring smile, he murmured, “Happy anniversary, sweetheart.”
She immediately perked back up and leaned forward to kiss him. Shaking my head at the lovebirds, I turned away to give them some privacy. From the room behind me, I heard a person speaking through a microphone and cringed. Damn, someone had just turned on the karaoke machine. I’m not sure why I ever let Kellan convince me that we should get one. I’d only used it once, when just the two of us had been home, and that had been mortifying. But it was pretty amazing when Kellan took over, so I wasn’t entirely disappointed with the purchase.
Excusing myself from Denny and Abby, I twisted around to head into the living room. Lightly kicking balloons out of my way, I came upon a sight that both made me laugh and warmed my heart. Griffin, in all his attention-seeking glory, was standing in front of the fireplace with Kellan; Kellan was holding our little boy in a front-facing infant carrier. Adorable wasn’t a strong enough word to describe him. There was just something about an attractive man holding a baby . . .
Our living room had a capacious, open layout with clumps of furniture spaced here and there to break the space up. I could easily see every person who was curiously watching the two D-Bags about to perform. Anna, Gibson, and Kellan’s sister, Hailey, were among them. Much to the chagrin of Gavin, Hailey had decided to move out here after she’d finished college. Well, I suppose Gavin wasn’t too upset about it; it just gave him yet another reason to come visit. In fact, last I saw, Gavin and Riley were in the band’s “practice room,” a soundproof building that the boys used to work on new material. Riley was quickly becoming just as adept with the guitar as his older brother. He was also becoming just as impossibly attractive, a heartbreaker in the making.
Clearing his throat, Griffin brought the microphone to his lips. “Ladies and gentleman, I want to thank you all for coming tonight to The G and K Show.” He licked his lips, then air-kissed the crowd. “It’s our pleasure to entertain you.” He started suggestively thrusting his hips, and I slapped my hand over my eyes.
Anna, sitting on an ottoman in front of them, busted out laughing. Gibson was sitting on her lap, giggling. Wearing a frilly red dress, white tights, and the cutest pair of Mary Janes, the adorable girl had her blond hair neatly pulled into symmetrical pigtails. Anna told me that Griffin had spent thirty minutes getting the pigtails to perfectly line up. When Gibson started clapping at her daddy’s antics, everyone around started laughing.
Kellan, also laughing at Gibson, brought his microphone to his lips. “Can you just start the music so we can get this over with?”
Griffin frowned at Kellan, but pressed Play on the machine. When Debbie Gibson’s “Lost In Your Eyes” started playing, Kellan lowered the mike and stared at Griffin in disbelief. “Are you kidding me? This is the song you wanted to sing?”
As my sister fell over backward she was laughing so hard, Griffin pointed at his daughter. “It’s Debbie Gibson, dude. Gibson. It’s for my daughter.”
Kellan sighed as he closed his eyes. “If we’re gonna do a duet, can we at least sing ‘Electric Youth’?”