"That's reassuring," John murmured back. He slid an arm around her, curving his hand around her waist. "At least I don't have to worry about her trying to kill me at the moment. I have a feeling that if I ever cross you, I'll have to be on the alert, waiting for her to pounce from the shadows."
He reached over and smoothed his fingers over Rose's thick, silvery hair, ran the backs of them down her rounded cheek. She stirred in Nana's arms a little, then smacked her pretty pink mouth and settled again.
"You look wonderful," he said, and gave her waist a little squeeze. "And my parents adore you and Rose, as I knew they would." He flashed a quick smile. "And I'll be willing to bet that my dad begins to develop a new rose just for her, lavender-silver. I'd put money on it. He thinks she's perfect."