"That's not the situation I'm talking about fixing," Amarissa responded slowly. "Us. Getting married. That won't make anything more simple." She ran a hand through her; she could only imagine how ruffled it was. Soon, she was going to look like him, running around with that expertly tousled look that he seemed so proud of. Sweet Merlin.
"My mother," Amarissa said, pausing for only a slight moment. "She won't be entirely pleased, but she can be dealt with."
After all, Amarissa was a grown woman now. There would be no hiding this. Her mother probably wouldn't approve, but it wasn't as if she would disown Amarissa or anything. In fact, for the first few months, it would probably be a lot like like Amarissa's career - something that she didn't really like, but that she could become accustomed to and would inevitably accept. And most of that emotion stemmed from the fact that it caused her to worry. Which, Amarissa had to begrudgingly admit, was fair enough. However, in the latter months, Amarissa had no doubt that her mother would be excited. She would probably relish the idea of being a grandmother again, and to a child that she wouldn't have to entirely raise this time.
James' next statement, Amarissa wanted to point out, was precisely the problem.
And so she did.
"That," Amarissa said, trying to keep her tone somewhat light. She pressed one finger against James' chest as she looked at up him. "Is going to be the bigger issue. How the hell are we supposed to explain that?"