The Sit - N - Spill Chronicles: Brewing

Chapter 21

The next day dawned bright and clear, a rare reprieve from the gloomy weather that had mirrored the tension in their lives. Sunlight streamed through the windows of Kane's cabin, illuminating the rustic wooden interior and casting golden beams across the cozy kitchen. Annie stood at the counter, her hands deftly cracking eggs into a bowl, the rhythmic whisking ringing out into the kitchen. Kane moved beside her, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the air as he poured two steaming mugs. They worked in an unspoken rhythm, weaving around each other with ease, their movements perfectly aligned.

"So," Kane said, leaning against the counter with his mug in hand, his eyes soft as they rested on her. "What's on the agenda for today?"

Annie glanced over her shoulder, her lips curving into a small smile. "Actually, I was thinking we could have dinner with my family. Nothing formal, just good company and some good food. Mom's making her chicken casserole, which is my favorite, and Alex will probably want to talk your ear off about sports."

Kane's face lit up with a genuine smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes. "That sounds great. I would love to hang out with your family—and I'm ready for Alex's sports talk. I haven't had a chance to talk about how the Braves are doing this season with anyone yet."

Annie laughed softly, shaking her head as she plated the eggs. "Careful what you wish for. He's got enough stats to keep you there all night."

Later that afternoon, as they drove into Liberty Rose, Annie's nerves fluttered in her stomach like restless birds. The Carter family home came into view, its familiar warmth wrapped in memories of holidays, laughter, and love. The modest house stood proud, its siding freshly painted and the front yard neatly trimmed, a clear reflection of Ray's meticulous care. The porch swing swayed gently in the breeze, a comforting reminder of simpler times.

As they pulled into the driveway, Annie stole a glance at Kane. His steady presence anchored her nerves, and when his hand reached over to squeeze hers, the warmth of his touch sent a calming wave through her.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice low and filled with concern.

She nodded, taking a deep breath. "Yeah. It's just been a while since I brought someone home like this."

Kane's lips curved into a warm smile, his eyes steady as they met hers. "I understand, there's no pressure. I'm just grateful to be here with you and the people who matter most to you."

The front door opened before they could knock,  and Becky Carter stepped onto the porch with a wide smile that lit up her face. "Honey! You're here!"

Annie's heart swelled as she stepped into her mom's embrace, the familiar scent of her lotion wrapping her in comfort. "Hi, Mom."

Becky pulled back, her eyes twinkling as they flicked to Kane. "And Kane. Welcome! Glad to have you here tonight."

"Thank you, Becky," Kane replied warmly, his charm evident. "It's great to see you again."

Becky ushered them inside, her excitement practically radiating. "Ray's in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on the chicken casserole, and Alex is thrilled because he's got a new person to talk sports with."

The familiar aroma of Becky's cooking—savory herbs mingling with the sweetness of freshly baked bread—filled the air, immediately putting Annie at ease. Ray greeted Kane in the kitchen with a firm handshake, his eyes appraising but kind.

"Good to see you again," Ray said, his voice steady.

"You too, sir," Kane replied. "Thank you for having me over tonight."

Ray's expression softened, and a rare smile tugged at his lips. "Glad to have you. I know what you've been doing for Annie, and for us—it doesn't go unnoticed. I see the kind of man you are, and that means a lot to me as her father." He paused, the weight of his words deliberate. "Annie's always been strong on her own, but it's good to know she has someone willing to stand beside her when things get tough."

At the dining table, Alex was already in full swing, passionately discussing the Braves' latest trades. His excitement grew as soon as Kane sat down. "You follow baseball?"

Kane smiled, leaning into the conversation. "Big Braves fan. I've caught a few games this season when I could."

Alex's face lit up. "Go Braves!" He exclaimed, affirming Kane's choice in teams. "What do you think about their pitching lineup this year?"

Kane matched Alex's energy effortlessly. "It's solid, but they're going to need to tighten up their bullpen. And Acuña? He's got MVP potential if he stays healthy."

From there, the two dove into a lively debate about trades, player performances, and playoff predictions. Kane wasn't just polite—he was genuinely engaged, meeting Alex's enthusiasm with thoughtful insights that had him grinning from ear to ear.

Becky brought out her chicken casserole, and the meal unfolded in a cheerful whirlwind of laughter and stories. Ray shared tales of Annie's childhood, much to her embarrassment, while Becky teased Kane about winning Alex over so quickly since he was such a protective big brother.

As plates were cleared and dessert was served, Kane turned to Alex with a grin. "We're planning a guys' night soon—me, Liam, and Derek. You should join us."

Alex's eyes widened. "You mean it?"

"Of course," Kane said. "We'll watch a game, play cards—whatever you're up for. I'll make sure you're in on the plans."

Alex's grin was so wide it seemed to brighten the room. "Sounds like a plan! Text me with the details."

Annie watched the exchange, her heart swelling with affection. Kane wasn't just fitting into her life; he was thriving in it, seamlessly connecting with the people who meant the most to her.

When they finally said their goodbyes, Becky pulled Annie into a tight hug. "You've got a good one there, sweetheart," she murmured.

Annie smiled, her gaze drifting to Kane, who was chatting with Ray and Alex on the porch. "I know, Mom. I really do."

The drive back to the cabin was quiet but comfortable. Annie leaned back in her seat, the stars above shimmering like scattered diamonds. She couldn't stop smiling, the evening's warmth still lingering in her chest.

"Your family is amazing," Kane said, breaking the silence. His voice was soft, thoughtful. "I can see where you get it from."

"Thanks for coming tonight," Annie said, reaching for his hand. "It meant a lot to me—and to them."

Kane intertwined their fingers, his grip steady and reassuring. "I wouldn't have missed it for anything."

Annie wore a peaceful smile as they pulled into the moonlit driveway of Kane's cabin. For the first time in a long time things seemed to be falling into place and she was utterly content.