Chapter 8
RORY POV
I grabbed Savannah's hand when I got out of the car and led him up the front porch. I slowly opened the front door. "Mom! We're here!"
"Kitchen!" I heard her yell.
When we walked into the kitchen Mom had her head in the fridge, looking for something to eat no less. "Hey Ror, did I hear you say we?" She said not even looking away from the fridge.
"Yes Mom. I said we... as in me and Savannah." When I said this she slowly turned around.
"Oh, there's my baby." She said to Savannah.
"Hi Grandma." Savannah said. Savannah walked into my old room.
"What's with her?" Mom asked.
"She's missing, Tris." I told her.
Just then the back door opened, and Luke came in. "Hey Rory." He said.
"She's having a hard time adjusting?" Mom asked me.
Luke raised an eyebrow, obviously confused about the conversation. "Where's Savannah?" He asked.
"Yeah, she's in Rory's room." Mom said.
Luke went to see Savannah. "Hopefully, she'll be in a better mood since I told her that we're moving back to New York." I tell Mom, as I walk over to the coffee pot and pour myself a cup.
"I was surprised when you told me about the job offer. I didn't know that you were even considering a change. It was even a bigger surprise that you were coming home for the reunion."
"Paris. She called Tris and convinced him, so he convinced me."
"That Paris." She said, and I nodded.