"Nine. I mean, I have five brothers. Four sisters." There were not quite twenty of them, but it was a good guess, Max. "There are ten of us total."

Which was still way too many, but at least they were getting older, now, and there was a lot to be said for the inverse relationship between sibling age/autonomy and Brock's stress levels. The oldest after him was holding down the gym, even.

Erika, however, was a bit of a complicated issue--not that there was ever any doubt that the wedding would happen, just that a wrench had been thrown in the works and Brock looked a little embarrassed about it.

"Erika...Erika's great." If not a little cheesed off at the current situation, but hey, he was too--just a touch less overtly. "We're, uh. We're getting married, actually?"