Page 15 of That Wedding (That Boy 2)
"You just need a different approach. Don't look at this as something you have to do, have to get done...look at this as, um, a once-in-a-lifetime adventure. You're taking this incredible trip to Bridalville, and you get to shop, no wait...SEARCH, for the coolest thing from each town to bring back to show your friends. You know, the greatest cake, the most gorgeous dress, the funkiest favors, the yummiest food, the coolest cocktail. Whatever YOU want. How fun is that????"
"Well, that does sound fun," I say cautiously. "A new approach. Maybe that's what I need." I look at her with a shrewd eye. "You're using this shit on Danny, aren't you? Is Danny going to Babyville?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." She gets a smug look on her face.
"You've gotten really good," I say, complimenting her manipulative skills.
And well, the conversation worked.
I've decided to take a new approach.
Screw the theme.
Screw the colors.
I'm going on a search for what I like best, and that's what I'm going to use.
We'll throw caution to the wind, say what the hell, and just let it fall into place.
We have a new theme for the wedding, and that theme is ME!
Say it with me now!!!
It's all about me!!
Okay, so it's about Phillip too, but you know what I mean.
Then I realize that's what is missing! I need Phillip. I want his input on all of this. I shouldn't decide it myself. We should do it together. Although lately, it seems like every time we talk about anything wedding related, we end up in bed, or well, somewhere, you know, having a little fun.
Tonight, I'll take Phillip out for some pizza, and we'll look through wedding ideas.
Shoot.
That won't work. I don't want to drag my laptop and all the crap I've torn out of magazines to dinner.
We'll just order in pizza.
But if we're at home, I know what'll happen. And what will happen will have nothing to do with the wedding. Well, I take that back, Phillip keeps telling me we're having "rehearsals" for the honeymoon. The honeymoon he's planning but won't tell me about.
So I text that boy.
Me: Tonight, I'm just saying no. No sex.
Phillipbaby
Phillip continues. "The good news is we offered Jadyn the opportunity to design it, and she's accepted."
Mrs. Mac smiles and starts to say something, but Phillip keeps talking. "And there's more."
"More?" Mr. Mac says with a confused look.
"A lot more. We've decided to start looking for a house in KC right away. We've also decided to get married right away."
"Why?" Mrs. Mac says. The she turns to me with an accusatory look. "Are you pregnant?"
This is the same woman that told me just a few weeks ago that I should get pregnant and make Phillip marry me. Now, she's pissed.
Phillip says, "She's not pregnant." He covers my hand with his. "Although that would be amazing."
I melt. Phillip just makes me melt. Always.
I went from feeling like a cat with her back all hunched up and readying her claws, to a little puddle of mush.
"How soon are we talking? You know, most weddings take fifteen months to plan."
"I do know that," I say. Ha! I've been secretly planning for a week. I know lots of stuff you don't. So there. "We're still working it all out, but we're shooting for December or January."
"December or January!!! That's only a few months! I have no idea how we're going to plan a wedding that fast."
She seems really stressed by this thought, which I think is a bit odd, as she managed to help her son plan a surprise engagement party in less than a week. So I say, "You don't have to worry about it. Phillip and I will do all the planning."
She looks at me, obviously reading my mind and knowing I don't have a clue. "So have you set a date? That's the first thing you need to do."
"We disagree. We decided to set a timeframe. A lot of the places I've called are already booked, so we're not setting a date until we find a place."
Philip says, "That sounds reasonable, don't you think, Mom?"
His mom huffs, "Are you sure you want to rush this? You just got engaged, and you're wrong. The first place you need to reserve is the church."
I wanna tell her I'm never wrong, but this will be more satisfying.
What the hell.
Call the president. Give him the launch codes.
It's time to drop the bomb.
