Alexander laughed: — You act just like true hosts! You have everything right here!
Everyone tasted the mead, except Lena.
Noticing this, Anna Nikolaevna asked with a hint of irritation: — What, still offended? You won’t even drink for our sake?
Lena blushed and replied sheepishly: — I can’t.
Anna looked at her son in surprise: — Is she sick?
Gena smiled broadly: — We’re going to have a baby. So, Mom, get ready to become a grandmother!
These words unleashed a flood of emotions in Anna Nikolaevna. Tears streamed down her face; she alternated between hugging her son and Lena, and then bursting into tears of joy again. At one point, completely unexpectedly for everyone, she decisively declared:
– That’s it, I’m staying here for a couple of weeks. I need to buy a few things and help you settle in. Sasha, haven’t you been promising me a new car for a long time? Well, buy it! And a big one, so I can bring everything the granddaughter will need before she—or he—arrives. We’ll definitely take Lena back to the city—let her give birth in a good clinic.
She continued giving directions, but those around couldn’t help but laugh. Anna Nikolaevna blushed slightly:
– Well, I just want the best!
Lena approached her and hugged her: – I’ll listen to you. Gena knows nothing about these matters, and I’m a bit scared.
Anna gently embraced her: — Don’t be afraid, I’m always here for you.
