"G would say don't do anything that's going to fuck up your relationship with your mother," Sean replied with a smirk.
"Language." Tamira chided, narrowing her eyes at her son.
"Yes ma'am."
"And Callen is a very smart man." The use of the 'G', just like Detective Deeks had done, did not escape her, either. Good. It was about time their kids had gotten to know Sam's partner. "You are also not getting away with blaming anything on my son," she chided with little heat, although it surprised her that Sean had been the one to propose. That spoke a lot for this young man...or Stockholm Syndrome. "You could have said no," she added with a smirk.
"Moms!"
"Hush, baby. I'm interrogating my new son-in-law." Smiling she returned her attention to Troy. "So. You said 'yes'. That at least tells me you have the good taste to know you can't get any better than my boy. Now, tell me the three most important things I need to know about you, Troy...last name? Other than sports. I got that one clear as a whistle on the plane. And make them good because you're going to convince me you're good for my baby boy."
Sean groaned, but she ignored him and just smiled at the man he'd chosen to marry. She hadn't had the chance to do this when they'd gotten engaged, the way her own mama had done to Sam when they announced Tamira was pregnant with Jenna. If she was going to travel across dimensions, find her kids only to find she'd lost one, and learn about super powers and her son's wedding, she was going to take a little maternal privilege in giving them a hard time.