“So, why exactly do you call him rabbit?”
Milly snorted before choking on her drink. Coughing, she smiled at her friend’s mother, who had raised a brow at her daughter’s silence. Crossing her arms, she knocked on the glass table, making the other brunch-ers glance in their direction.
“Surely there must be a good reason?”
“Oh, yes,” replied Milly. Eagerly nodding her head, she grinned. “There is a very good reason why she calls him that name. Right, C.C.?”
The two waited for the young lady to finish blushing. The red was slow and faint, but the more time that passed under their scrutiny and the longer the question hung over them, the pinker she became. Perhaps it was because she had never really given it much thought – it had been so long since she had first called him by that name – or because it was her mother that was asking her, but the usually blasé, nonchalant woman couldn’t help but feel a bit meek and embarrassed.
“…Because…” she muttered. She glared at her friend, who was busy smothering her giggles. “He’s sweet and cuddly like a bunny.”
“And not any other reason why?” Milly’s voice cracked as she fought back her laughter.
“No other reason.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
“Yes, really.” Staring at her hard, she furrowed her brows together. Kicking her friend underneath the table, she frowned. “Now I’d appreciate it if we discussed something else.”
Her mother, who had been studying her closely all throughout this exchange, finally turned away. Taking a sip of her water, she folded her hands in her lap and cleared her throat before asking, “Have I ever told you, Milly dear, of how I was introduced to my son-in-law?”
“To be fair, there are worse ways to be introduced than walking in and finding him in bed with your daughter.”
And there was little C.C. could do but raise her head high and suffer through their laughter until she could go home to her rabbit, who’d no doubt live up to his name and happily distract her from this fiasco of a brunch.