Ford looked anxious in a way that Andrew had kind of noticed earlier, but he had just chalked it up to him walking him down the aisle and being responsible for the flowers for the day. However, it was clear to him now that it was because of this moment. Andrew stared at Ford, his jaw loose.
"Now that May and I have said our peace as Andrew's pseudo parents, it's time to hear a word from Andrew's real parent." Andrew's smile dropped from his face slowly, shock washing over his face.
What? He had never heard of this. His Mom hadn't even left Andrew so much as a letter when she had passed. She had made him promise a lot of things, and had left a will, but letters? Andrew was once again shocked by his Mom's thorough planning. Plotting, more like it.
Ford cleared his throat, looking around nervously. He glanced at Andrew and Maxwell a few times but never long enough to truly catch Andrew's gaze.
