Rhodes's P.O.V
"Hey," Bryan whispers to me as we both work to set up the table. Looks like Mum has gone overboard and invited 14 people to this thing, what a wonderful way to spend the afternoon. Fuck me.
"What?" I ask him. I like Bryan, he doesn't really talk much and he treats my sister nicely.
"She seems great," he whispers, this time nodding his head towards the kitchen. I manoeuvre my head around to see Amelia having her ear talked off by my mother as she tries to slice up fruit. I want to scoff and roll my eyes and say 'of course I know she's fucking great; I'm the one dating her,' but I promised my mum that I'd have a good attitude today, so instead, I say:
"Sure is."
"Bianca talks constantly about how great she is, she's really happy that you guys came. Plus Eloise's ecstatic that we've all managed to get together," he continues, his voice louder now as we collect what Mum calls 'the fancy glasses' that are reserved for special occasions from the china cabinet. I guess he's feeling extra chatty today, meanwhile, I have to save up all of the energy I have in order to tolerate the rest of this day.
"How're you feeling about having another baby?" I ask him, feigning interest. I couldn't care less how he's feeling about it in all honesty.
He nods his head as he carries some of the nice wine glasses to the table. "I'm excited. People say it's hard work going from one to two, especially with Briella being the age that she is. I'm planning on cutting back my hours a bit so that I'll be around more," Bryan drones on as we place the glasses down. Bianca will be happy about that; she's always complaining that she doesn't get to spend a lot of time with him. It's not like I can say anything, I'm almost always working; I brought my work phone with me just in case anything urgent comes up. But that's something I won't be telling Amelia.