Phone call with mum

This is a continuation from last week, so on Saturday the 29th Rhys proposed. On the Sunday I came to the decision that I needed to tell my mum, asap, or else I would go crazy.
I will always remember this conversation:
We were in the car heading to Montville from Mapleton and, with my stomach in a knot/ball I dialed my parents’ number. I was fully expecting dad to answer as mum is always at work and dad always answers,
“Hello?” said my mum
“Shit...” I said
“Hello?”
“Hi mum! How are you?”
“Huh? Hello?”
“Hi mum! How are you going?”
“Are you ok? Where are you?”
“Oh I’m still in Montville.”
“is everything ok? What have you been up to?”
Awkward pause, phone half cuts out as we drive through the mountains...
“hello?”
“Ok so I went on a 1.2 km walk today”
“are you ok?”
“err yeah and yesterday we walked up and down main st in Montville, bought some candy and tea and when we got back to the cottage Rhys asked me to marry him” all said insanely rushed.
“I knew it!”
“I knew it! I was telling everyone at work – that he was going to propose, you just ask them I told at least five of them. You said no right?”
“Of coarse I did”
“Good girl.”
“Can I tell dad?”
“I told him yesterday, he asked if you were coming around this weekend and I said that he was taking you to Montville to propose”
“Can I tell him it is official”
“He’s not home. You said yes didn’t you?”
“Yes”
“Wait until you’re 26”
“I was thinking winter 2010, we’ll both be 25 and I’ll almost be 26”
“That’s ok, I can live with that. Congratulations, I am happy for you”
(she may have gone on to call Rhys an idiot...)