how she's reacting so far. "So...so if I ask you to reconsider pushing our wedding back a few months, would you?"
Good. Not great, but she's figuring out her limits still. "No. And when I say a decision is final. It is final, that means no more questions, respectful or not. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good." I give her a hug and she relaxes a little into my arms, her head back on my chest.
In a very small voice, "So how are we going to get married next month then...?"
My very good girl. "I'll need to make a lot of decisions quickly." I laugh at this understatement and her head moves with my chest.
"I want," she starts off strong, but stops herself and starts again in a more questioning voice, "I'd like my Mom to be here to help with picking a dress..."
"Of course, baby." I kiss her head and she relaxes even more. "I was thinking that since your parents are retired, I could fly them out here this week. I want to talk with your Dad anyway...explain that I will be paying for everything. I don't want to step on his toes...your still his little girl too...for now."
"I'd like that...thank you, Max."
"Now, why don't you tell me all the things you've dreamed of for your wedding..." She gives a big smile and sits up more quickly.
"Well...let's see..." Uh-oh...this could take a while! "Big white dress, lots of flowers, tons of them, everywhere, sparkling lights, candles, a big-as....a really big cake," she checks to see if I'm angered by her misstep, but I remain smiling, "dancing, maybe a band or something..."
She's interrupted by the front door. Jake comes in loaded down with three big grocery bags. He stops and stares at us for a second. The strangest look on his face; I can't quite make out what he's thinking.
"I thought you were bringing dinner back, not groceries?"
"We were, but Marcello's was closed due to a family emergency. And ya know, Dad has to have his spaghetti dinner to end the summer..." He rolls his eyes, laughing, the look gone. He heads into the kitchen.
"I should help with the groceries..." Lucy says this as a question though. I told her yesterday that she has to ask my permission before leaving my side. She'll learn that sometimes I only need a questioning look, but for now, I'm proud of her for asking out loud.
"Yes." And she hops up to follow Jake. I head outside to see if there's more to bring in. I didn't get to say everything to Lucy that I wanted, but it's a good start.
Chapter 2 HER
Phew. No one else is awake. I pad in Max's socks through the kitchen and find the switch for the light above the coffee pot. He went for a run a few minutes ago, so I know I'll have some time to myself.
I have somethings to do and I'd rather do them alone.
I look at my phone again. Start with messages or texts? I'd rather hear how they sound first, I guess.
"Hey, Lucy. It's Laura...duh right?! Are you ok? Are you guys still here? Call me back." I can hear the concern in her voice.
"Luce. Call me back. I'm with Laura by the pool if you're still here." Tracy, minutes after Laura's call.
"Lucy...we're worried about you. Call one of us back!" Tracy again, an hour later.
"Hey...me again...I'm home if you wanna talk...are you still going to his parent's tomorrow? If not...well, we could all hang out...please call me!" Laura. She sounded very tired. And very concerned.
"I know Laura just tried to call you too...I'm heading to your place now. Please call me back if you're home and just want to be alone...or if you're not home...or if you wanna come to my place instead...just call me dammit!" Tracy. Sounding very concerned. And still pissed a little.
The last call makes my heart skip though. "Hey, Lucy. It's Rich. Um...I know it's kinda late. I looked for you at the party again, but I don't know if you left early with that guy...I just wanted to check if you're ok...I guess I'll see you tomorrow. Take care." He left the message last night. He thinks I'm going to be in the office today. Did I give him my
Good. Not great, but she's figuring out her limits still. "No. And when I say a decision is final. It is final, that means no more questions, respectful or not. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good." I give her a hug and she relaxes a little into my arms, her head back on my chest.
In a very small voice, "So how are we going to get married next month then...?"
My very good girl. "I'll need to make a lot of decisions quickly." I laugh at this understatement and her head moves with my chest.
"I want," she starts off strong, but stops herself and starts again in a more questioning voice, "I'd like my Mom to be here to help with picking a dress..."
"Of course, baby." I kiss her head and she relaxes even more. "I was thinking that since your parents are retired, I could fly them out here this week. I want to talk with your Dad anyway...explain that I will be paying for everything. I don't want to step on his toes...your still his little girl too...for now."
"I'd like that...thank you, Max."
"Now, why don't you tell me all the things you've dreamed of for your wedding..." She gives a big smile and sits up more quickly.
"Well...let's see..." Uh-oh...this could take a while! "Big white dress, lots of flowers, tons of them, everywhere, sparkling lights, candles, a big-as....a really big cake," she checks to see if I'm angered by her misstep, but I remain smiling, "dancing, maybe a band or something..."
She's interrupted by the front door. Jake comes in loaded down with three big grocery bags. He stops and stares at us for a second. The strangest look on his face; I can't quite make out what he's thinking.
"I thought you were bringing dinner back, not groceries?"
"We were, but Marcello's was closed due to a family emergency. And ya know, Dad has to have his spaghetti dinner to end the summer..." He rolls his eyes, laughing, the look gone. He heads into the kitchen.
"I should help with the groceries..." Lucy says this as a question though. I told her yesterday that she has to ask my permission before leaving my side. She'll learn that sometimes I only need a questioning look, but for now, I'm proud of her for asking out loud.
"Yes." And she hops up to follow Jake. I head outside to see if there's more to bring in. I didn't get to say everything to Lucy that I wanted, but it's a good start.
Chapter 2 HER
Phew. No one else is awake. I pad in Max's socks through the kitchen and find the switch for the light above the coffee pot. He went for a run a few minutes ago, so I know I'll have some time to myself.
I have somethings to do and I'd rather do them alone.
I look at my phone again. Start with messages or texts? I'd rather hear how they sound first, I guess.
"Hey, Lucy. It's Laura...duh right?! Are you ok? Are you guys still here? Call me back." I can hear the concern in her voice.
"Luce. Call me back. I'm with Laura by the pool if you're still here." Tracy, minutes after Laura's call.
"Lucy...we're worried about you. Call one of us back!" Tracy again, an hour later.
"Hey...me again...I'm home if you wanna talk...are you still going to his parent's tomorrow? If not...well, we could all hang out...please call me!" Laura. She sounded very tired. And very concerned.
"I know Laura just tried to call you too...I'm heading to your place now. Please call me back if you're home and just want to be alone...or if you're not home...or if you wanna come to my place instead...just call me dammit!" Tracy. Sounding very concerned. And still pissed a little.
The last call makes my heart skip though. "Hey, Lucy. It's Rich. Um...I know it's kinda late. I looked for you at the party again, but I don't know if you left early with that guy...I just wanted to check if you're ok...I guess I'll see you tomorrow. Take care." He left the message last night. He thinks I'm going to be in the office today. Did I give him my
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