“But babe, I don’t understand. What do you mean,” he voiced his confusion at her words.

“I’m giving you the car, Mike. I don’t need it. I just bought a new one and I know you enjoy driving her,” she explained to his dazed look.

“Babe, I can’t let you do that. That’s too much, Carrie. Too expensive. I can’t let you give me your car,” he said stubbornly.

“You don’t want Giselle,” she said with an insincere pout.

“What,” he asked, more confused at her last comment. “Who’s Giselle, what are you talking about?” He thought they were talking about her little blue sports car and then she threw in some woman. What the hell, he thought.

She smiled at his confusion before she explained, “Giselle IS the car, Mike.” She could see him struggle with her information for a moment.

“Oh? Okay. I thought, well shit I don’t know. You’re confusing as hell, Babe,” he told her as he reached for her hand. He’d never had anybody give him a car before. It was just too weird to think about. He knew he shouldn’t be worried, since she obviously didn’t need or want it any more. But, his pride was having a hard time accepting her gift. He brought her hand to his lips, wanting to kiss her but knowing if he did, his brain would shut off again. She smiled in to his blue eyes, as she watched them unconsciously soften as he looked at her and seriously consider her words.

The more he considered it, the more he liked the idea. There was no denying the fact that he loved driving her car. Plus, it was much easier to find parking places for than his big truck. But he loved his big truck, loved all the details he had added to it. He didn’t want to get rid of it, he wasn’t ready.

“Babe, I…I don’t know what to say,” he finally said.

She looked at his expressive eyes and knew he would finally accept the car. She was relieved because she knew he needed something different to drive sometimes and knew he had been coveting it since he drove it a few weeks ago. She’d held on to that little car longer than most others and was happy that she was going to someone who’d enjoy her as much as she did. She reached for his other hand and dropped Giselle’s keys in to his palm. His face showed his surprise as he looked at his hand and saw what she had given him.

“Babe, tell me this isn’t for services rendered,” he teased her with a wink.

“If it is honey, you got some work to do,” she giggled at him.

“Hmm, let me see if I can start making payments on that,” he said as he leaned in and lifted her hair off her neck. He could smell her perfume and it always lit his fire, he knew. He nibbled her neck, causing her to shiver in his arms. She reached over and caressed his shoulder, letting her fingers run up the side of his neck and back down. She saw the effect of her gentle touch and smiled to herself.

“You want to drive me home, baby,” she whispered to him. His eyes widened, not sure of her meaning. If her brain was where his was, they were both in trouble. The car wasn’t big enough.

“What was that, Babe,” he asked quietly for clarification. He continued his attentions on her neck, but had slid his hand around her back and started to slip her bra strap off her shoulder.

“You’re a very bad man, mister,” she breathed. She knew she was going to quickly loose control if she didn’t stop him soon. Problem was she didn’t want to stop him. They never had enough time together with her travel and some of his consulting jobs. There had been a few times recently when she was in town, he was out and neither was happy with that.

“Mike, if we don’t leave here soon, we going to start acting like a couple of kids and do it right in front of your parent’s house,” she paused. “Not sure how we’d make it work anyway,” she said with regret. “You got the keys, you want to drive her,” she asked him as he slowly pulled his hand back and lifted his lips from her neck. He was quiet as he tried to let the blood flow back into his brain for a moment.

“No, Babe. You can drive her this one last time,” he said finally.

She grinned as she considered her plan. She felt a little wild and reckless and she could hop on to the freeway to get back to her place. She looked over at him and winked.

“Strap in honey,” was all she said as she started up the car and slapped the car in reverse.

Twenty minutes later she slid Giselle to a stop in her former parking space. She looked over at Mike and smiled. He still had a grip on the handle by the window. Other than a few winces he hadn’t said or done anything during the drive, other than to hold on to the handle and stay quiet. He let out a breath and released his grip.

“What the hell was that,” he asked her. He’d never been so scared and exhilarated by a car ride before. He wasn’t sure what the hell prompted it, but he hoped she wasn’t planning on doing it again. She looked over at him and batted her eye lashes insincerely before she said anything. He shook his head at her antics.

“Just wanted you to know what kind of car Giselle can be if you treat her right,” she chuckled as she got out and tossed him the keys. She enjoyed her last drive immensely since she didn’t normally get to drive like that any more. She was almost always too responsible to let herself enjoy the speed and thrill of being a little reckless on the road. He caught the keys and followed her up her steps, thinking about making some payments on that car as soon as possible.

“Babe, when do you think you’re going to let me drive your new baby,” he asked her in reference to her brand new Mercedes convertible coupe. He followed her up the steps and closed her door and shut out the world.

“Shit, you need to work off Giselle first before I let you anywhere near Genevieve,” she smiled at him.

“Genevieve? Where the hell do you come up with these names, Babe,” he asked her with a smile. He slipped off his shoes and followed her to the bedroom. She ignored his question for the time being and slipped off her shoes and sat down on the bed. He pulled his shirt and jeans off, sending his message loud and clear. She had a small secret smile as she slid off her jeans, including her panties. He grinned at her action. She usually let him deal with her very feminine and lacey panties. So, she must have something in mind, he thought as he watched her pull off her top. She turned away from him and walked into the bathroom. He frowned for a second, thinking maybe she needed to use it? He wasn’t sure. All he knew was that he was impatient and he hoped like hell she was quick or he was almost ready to start without her, he admitted to himself. He heard the shower start and he jumped off the bed to see what she was up to. He knew if he had to wait for her to take a shower he was going to be climbing the damn walls. He pushed open the door and was quickly enveloped in steam thick enough to obscure his vision.

“Babe,” he asked, trying to get his bearings. He felt her small hand reach out and grab him. He stifled a yelp at her touch. She wasn’t inflicting pain, far from it. She pulled him to the running water and handed him the soap with a smile. He didn’t need to be shown what she wanted. He was happy with his payment plan.

***

Do you have the time to listen to me whine
About nothing and everything all at once
I am one of those
Melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bone
No doubt about it

Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think Im cracking up…
Green Day – Basket Case


She knew there was something wrong, knew it. She hadn’t thrown up this often in years. After cutting everything but water out, she was still throwing up, so she knew it wasn’t food related. Water for twenty four hours usually gave her gut enough time to recover and she would be fine. Not this time. Just for shits and grins she bought the test, thinking it would be a way to rule it out before she called the doctor. They always asked her, when she called.

She followed the directions, pausing to throw up again, before she started. She followed it to the letter, setting a timer on her portable so she would know when to look at it, because when she was waiting for something, time always seemed to slow down for her and she got impatient. She didn’t want to have to retake it, due to her own impatience so she forced herself to set the timer.

That was ten minutes ago. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. It wasn’t possible. The doctors had told her it was highly unlikely and plus she was always careful to use her patch, since that was supposed to help regulate her cycle. It had been working fairly well recently, once Mike started cooking for her.

Just thinking of him made her almost break down and cry. She remembered he had told her that he made sure he wouldn’t be able to have kids when he was with Lisa, so the likelihood it was his was zero. Damn it, she had hoped that her indiscretion with John weeks ago wouldn’t come back to bite her in the ass, but her luck was running true to form. Indiscretion? That’s a gross understatement, might as well call it the fuck fest that it was, she thought honestly.

After hours and hours of conversations, her and Mike seemed to be closer than ever and she enjoyed the time they shared. She was learning more about him everyday. She watched him learn to control his quick temper, and she loved him for it. She knew he was doing it for her, because he had told her so. But now, it looked like that was all going to get tossed out the window because of her weakness and stupidity. John had noticed her patch and verified that she was still using it and she blithely replied yes and not to worry. Damn.

Thinking about him and his reaction caused her to throw up again. She knew it was only fair to tell him, but wondered how long she could hold off. She didn’t like hurting him and thought this would just hurt him more. She knew he wanted kids, lots of them, but he wanted to have a complete family including a wife and she wasn’t ready for that. With him or Mike. Mike would probably never want to talk to her again, knowing how hard he was working on himself to make her happy. God, she was such a piece of work.

David had noticed her illness and had been concerned but she managed to shrug it off with the food explanation. But weeks of food issues was long, even for her and he was starting to make noises about her seeing a doctor. She even put off calling Kris, knowing that once she did that, it would be admitting it, to her and to herself. Shit, she just didn’t want to go there. She threw up again, or at least tried to but since she was empty, it was useless. Just pick up the damn phone and talk to her. She’s your best friend and she’ll understand. She left the bathroom and wandered over to the hotel’s large bed so she could lie down if needed during the call.

“Hi,” she said to the cheerful voice on the other end, knowing it was mid morning for her and the kids were at school.

“Hi yourself. How you feeling? Dave’s worried about you, I’m worried about you,” her best friend said. She sighed before she answered that question, Kris heard.

“I’m okay,” she sighed again before she continued. “Okay, fuck it, I’m not okay. I’m fucking pregnant and I’m really pissed about it and I don’t know what to do and it’s not Mike’s because he made sure he couldn’t have any when he was with Lisa because she was a bitch so the only other possible explanation is John, and the god damned doctors said that I would probably never be able to have any after that shit, so it was never anything I considered I’ve been using that damn patch for months now and it was working, I think, but then who knows since Mike can’t have any, he’s going to hate me and I don’t blame him, John’s going to hate me too and you’re going to hate me. Shit, I hate me. What can I do,” she wailed. She heard Kris take a deep breath before she said anything. She was reeling from that confession.

“Carrie, are you sure,” Kris asked.

“Of course I’m fuckin’ sure,” she snapped. Silence met her. “Shit Kris, I’m sorry for that. I’m just a bitch today and then this on top of all the barfing and I should probably just crawl into a cave for a while.”

“It’s okay sweetie. I understand. I was just trying to think,” Kris said knowing that her best friend was happy and sad at the same time. She knew she’d probably never be able to have kids so she made sure to take a very active role in her nieces and nephews.

“Do you want to make an appointment with my doctor,” Kris asked.

“Yes, I guess so. I’ve been barfing for a while now, so I should probably get my ass in as soon as possible,” she admitted. “Why does this shit happen to me, Kris” she asked her. “Why the hell is it always me?”

“Um, I don’t know that this is a bad thing honey,” Kris said to her, trying to look on the bright side. Thinking back to her earlier words and knowing that Mike wasn’t the father just added more complications to Carrie’s already tangled life.

“Any idea how to stop the barfs,” Carrie asked her, knowing that she went through something similar with Melissa.

“I drank lots of water and plain white bread or rice. Not much else worked honey, sorry to say. Plus it only worked for short periods of time. But any relief is good,” she told her sick friend. She heard a sob on the other end and knew her friend was thinking about her future, her baby’s future and how she was going to manage on her own. She knew that Carrie had already thought that Mike would turn away from her, but she wasn’t so sure.

“Sweetie, it’s not the end of the world. Really. It might seem like it now, but it’s not. You’ve wanted this for so long and now you’re got it. Try and be happy about it,” Kris tried to say.

“I don’t know how I can, when he’s gonna think I’m the biggest piece of shit,” she sobbed. Kris was pretty certain she meant Mike, but she wasn’t sure that John would be happy either.

“Give him a chance, honey. He might surprise you,” Kris told her as she listened to her sobs.

“No. No, I don’t want to hurt him any more. It’s not fair to him. Just give me the phone number and I’ll call for an appointment. From there, I don’t know what I’ll do yet. I might just run away again, that worked so fuckin’ well last time,” she said harshly.

“Sweetie, let me help you. Please. We can do this. You can do this. You’ve been through a hell of a lot worse and survived, you know,” Kris tried to reason with the hormonally unbalanced woman.

“Don’t. Don’t try to make it nice for me. I sure as hell don’t deserve it,” she cried. Kris sighed and gave her the doctor’s number and name, telling her the best time of day to call and all the other info they’d need before they’d see her.

“Thanks, Kris. I’ll make the call, but first I have to call someone in Massachusetts . That’s not going to be fun either,” she said with a sad laugh. She knew he was visiting his parents on his short time off this week.

“I don’t know. You might be surprised,” Kris said. She was disturbed that Carrie would call John before talking to Mike but knew that once she had her mind set, it was almost impossible to change. “Let me know if there’s anything I can do for you right now. I know you don’t want me to make this public knowledge, right,” she guessed.

“Right. Thanks Kris. I’ll talk to you tomorrow probably. Thanks for everything,” she said as she hung up.

She took a few deep breaths, and looked at the time. She didn’t want to wake him, since he said he was visiting his folks, but knew if she waited too long he’d be busy with his family, taking care of some holiday shopping. Family, huh? She wasn’t used to that word and didn’t really know how or what to think. Kris was right, she had wanted this for so long, but had written it off as a done deal of being without.

“Is John available,” she asked the kind voice that answered.

“I think so. Can I let him know who’s calling for him,” she asked politely. Carrie guessed it was his mom.

“Yes, please let him know Carrie is calling,” she said with a smile in her voice.

“Oh certainly, Dear. I’m sure I can get him to put down his coffee for you,” she said with a chuckle as she handed him the phone. He was very surprised at her call, but tried to keep it off his face because his mom would ask him about it later anyway. His mom knew about her, he had talked to his mom about her because she was his mom and he needed to talk it out. His mom would keep his confidence he knew, so she was protected.

“Hey Baby,” he smiled in to the phone. “It’s good to talk to you,” he continued. She could hear a chair scrape the floor as he scooted away from the table, probably walking away, she guessed.

“John…I…” was all she could say before she sobbed.

“Baby? Carrie? What’s wrong?” he asked her quietly since he still hadn’t put enough distance from the kitchen yet. He heard his mom get up and start clearing the table of their breakfast. She was trying to give him his privacy, he realized. He walked out the back door and sat down on one of the chairs, watching the leaves blow in the wind. He loved the autumn, loved the lengthening shadows, loved the smell of the air, and watching and feeling the wind was part of it too, he knew. He wondered if it was autumn where she was.

“Baby, where are you,” he asked, trying a different tack.

“Boise , in my hotel room. It’s six fucking o’clock in the morning here,” she said quietly. This phone call was a mistake, she thought. This was not the way to tell him. She concentrated on getting her shit back together so she could have an intelligent conversation. She knew he’d be in her neighborhood in a week or so and she’d wait until then. “I wanted to know if you were going to let me drop in on you when you’re in town,” she said, hoping he’d buy that explanation for the call.

“Of course, if you want to. Any time I get to see you Baby, I’m happy. You know that,” he said. She thought, thank God. I wonder if he’ll still feel that way after I tell him. He was a little confused at her change, but knew if he asked her, she wouldn’t tell him, at least not yet. She was the most confusing and contrary woman he knew and he still loved her, in spite of everything.

“What’s on your agenda today? You said you had some holiday shopping? You figured out what you’re getting your mom yet,” she asked. Last they talked, he was still trying to figure that one out. She felt herself relax as she continued to talk to him.

“I have some serious shopping to do today. But, I gotta take Mom so she can get stuff for Dad or she won’t get a chance. They say it’s supposed to snow later, but I don’t know. It doesn’t look like it to me. Mom won’t be happy if we get to the store and then it starts, she’s nervous having any of her boys drive in the snow,” he chuckled.

“Really? You guys grew up driving in the shit, unlike me who had to learn it on the fly at school,” she said.

“My brother Danny, dropped her car in a ditch once. Just once! Now she thinks we’re all going to do it. It doesn’t matter that it was over six years ago, she still thinks it’s only a matter of time,” he laughed. He loved his mom to death, but she was just a little over protective sometimes.

“I’m glad I don’t have to worry about that, as many accidents I’ve been involved in. None of them my fault of course,” she laughed.

“Yeah, that’s what Danny says, too,” he teased her.

“What? How can you think I’d purposely hit someone,” she laughed.

“Carrie, you forget. I’ve been with you and watched you drive, Baby. I’ve seen the things you say and do to other drivers. It should be illegal to let you drive,” he said seriously.

“Shit, I don’t think I’m that bad. I never had an accident the entire time I was driving the boys around,” she said proudly.

“Must have been a miracle, because how many you had since? Three, four?” he asked in reference to her many fender benders.

“Whatever. So, did I surprise you by calling you at your folks,” she asked.

“Um, yeah. My mom is dying with curiosity now, I can tell you. Thanks for that. I’m going to have to come up with something juicy to explain your call,” John said, as he watched the leaves float in the wind and noticed it was picking up. They might get a dusting of snow after all, he thought.

“Sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I was having a shitty morning and wanted to talk to a friendly voice,” she told him honestly. It was true, but not the only reason. He scratched his chin as he heard her answer and could tell there was more to it than that, but she wasn’t going to say anything yet.

“Baby, you can call anytime. You know that. That’s what friends are for. Mike not available,” he asked. He did think it was weird that she called him instead of Mike, but maybe he was working or something. He did have a job, he knew, but didn’t quite understand how he managed to have so much time off.

“No, he’s not. Thanks John, for letting me cry on the phone. I’m just having a shitty week actually. I’m still puking my guts out and nothing is stopping it,” she said.

“Carrie, that’s not good sweetheart. That’s been a long time now. You need to go see someone about it. You don’t have enough to loose as it is, I can’t imagine what you look like if you’re still sick,” he told her. He was worried. She was usually only sick for a day at the most after eating something bad, this time she had been sick for weeks as far as he knew.

“Now you sound like David. He’s been bugging me too. He told me last night if I didn’t call the doctors when we got home he was going to drag my ass there himself,” she said as she shook her head at the memory. He had been adamant. He was worried and wanted her to call yesterday, but she had put it off, knowing she wanted to take the test this morning, since that was what the instructions said was best. It was one of the few times he raised his voice at her. The last time was when Melissa was hospitalized.

“Dave’s a smart guy. Baby, you have to take care of yourself. I thought we had that discussion a long time ago,” he reminded her.

“I know. I’ll call and make an appointment today. I had to find the number, but now I have it so you and David can stop worrying,” she said. He noticed she didn’t include Mike in that statement. Were they fighting or something? She never said they were, in fact last time they talked, she said all was going great.

“Did you want me to leave a pass? I can probably cheat and leave two so both you and Mike can come, if you want,” he offered.

“Just one is fine. I’m sure Mike won’t want to go,” she said without explanation. She knew that by then Mike would hate her and not want to have anything to do with her. He scratched his chin again, before he said anything about that. He didn’t want to put his foot in his mouth, again. He had done that enough with her to last a lifetime.

“Okay. I’ll remember to leave your name,” he said. Something was going on, but she wasn’t talking, yet. He’d just have to wait until she was ready, he learned that from past experience with her, too.

“Okay, thanks. I’ll drop you an email to remind you, just in case you forget. I’ll let you get ready to go shopping, John. Thanks for letting me bend your ear. Have a great time today with your mom. I’ll talk to you later, okay,” she said as she prepared to hang up.

“Okay Baby. Thanks for calling. I’ll remember, don’t worry. I look forward to seeing you in a week. Now I have to get serious about this shopping thing,” he laughed, knowing she’d know he was teasing. His mom loved to take him shopping and he enjoyed any time he got to spend with his family. “Talk to you later and take care. Let me know what the doctors say, okay? Bye.”

He hung up knowing there was still something going on, but he didn’t have a clue. He tried to put it out of his mind so he could enjoy the day with his mom. He walked back in to the kitchen as his mom was just turning on the dishwasher. She looked up as he walked back in and noted his slightly confused look.

“She sounds nice,” his mom said.

“What? Oh yeah. She is. I told you she’s nice. She’s smart, funny and beautiful too,” he told her with a far away look in his eyes.

Claire saw that look in her son’s eyes and wished he had fallen for an available girl but you can’t choose who you fall in love with, she knew. She hoped he would eventually find someone who would love him as much as he loved her.

**

She sat on the bed for a few minutes before she got up the nerve to call the doctor’s office. Plus she needed to get the information at hand that Kris told her they’d ask as they scheduled her appointment. She couldn’t believe it still. It just seemed so…so impossible. Kris was right, as usual. She had wanted this to happen for years, but had given up hope long ago. So she should be happy, but she wasn’t. At least not completely. Why did she do everything backwards or wrong? Why, when her life seemed to be going smoothly did she seem to hit a big patch of shit? The fact was starting to sink in and she was starting to realize it was real, not a dream. She dialed the number and answered all the nosey questions and made an appointment two days from now. Two days from now she thought to herself. After that, it would be very real. Other people would know about it and it wouldn’t just be her little secret any longer.

She dialed the next number, but not before she took a long drink.

“Hi Carrie, honey. I was just thinking about you. You must have known,” he said warmly as he stood up so he could pace.

“Um, Mike. I have some bad news,” she said trying to work up the nerve.

“Oh? Okay, what is it? Is it something about Dave? Did the doctors finally figure out you have some new flu, what,” he asked as he paced his parents living room.

“No, none of that. I think I…we need to have a talk tomorrow, once I get home,” she said in a rush. He felt his stomach drop to his feet. He paused his pacing, worried by what she didn’t say. He rubbed his hands across his face before he said anything.

“Okay,” he said. He knew his confusion was clear. “Um, can you give me a little hint, Babe?” He stopped pacing entirely, worry was turning into something more, something much worse.

“No, not really. It’s about the doctor appointment I finally made today, thanks to David’s nagging, last night,” she said. He relaxed, doctor visits he could handle. He thought it was something much worse. He felt his stomach stop churning up his breakfast.

“Okay, I have something I want to tell you too and I hope you won’t be mad,” he said. He hoped like hell she wouldn’t be mad, since he had done it just before she ran away last time and they hadn’t talked about it yet. It just never seemed like the right time. Well, tomorrow would be the right time, he’d make sure of it.

“Okay. Sounds good. Seems like all we do any more is talk, talk, talk,” she groused.

“Not entirely true,” he chuckled at her.

“Well, yeah, but still…” she insisted. They switched to other things, both knowing that tomorrow would be an interesting day, since they both had things they wanted to talk about. He was relieved, because he seemed to do most of the talking, so having her want to talk about something was both good and bad. He hoped it was something good, like last time.

He hung up from their call and sat for a moment. Maybe tomorrow was the time also to talk about moving in, he thought with a small grin. It was something he had wanted to suggest for weeks now, but hadn’t dared push her for fear of making her run away again. Now that they had talked about some of the reasons behind her running away, he wanted to be able to be there for her, day and night. He felt ready or as ready as he’d ever be, to live with her. He was tired of sleeping in his old bed at his folks’ house when she was gone, it was impersonal and it didn’t feel like home to him anymore. It was no different than when he stayed in a hotel when he had to travel. Home was where she was, it didn’t matter to him anymore about his house, he realized. That bitch can have it, for all he cared. It just wasn’t that important anymore. He lived with his parents when Carrie wasn’t home. He didn’t want to rent a place because he still owned his house and he kept hoping he’d get to move in with Carrie or she’d move in with him in his house.

Just thinking about living with her made him happier than he thought possible. The fact that he could be home, waiting for her when she came back from the airport and not having to wait for her to call or sitting on her driveway waiting for her to get home so they could spend some time together. He had never asked her for a key, he realized. Well, if he really needed to get in, Kris could let him in. But he wanted her to feel like she had her own space and freedom. It was hard balancing that with his desire to be with her. He wasn’t sure how she would take his request, but he thought he’d at least try. The few days they had together most weeks was just an appetizer for him and he hoped for her.

He recognized that she had never talked about ever having any live ins. Maybe he should ask Kris, since he didn’t know. He had assumed that ‘Taker lived with her, but maybe not since she never talked about it. She must have lived with him, he thought. They were together for a couple of years. It just seemed improbable that they didn’t live together. Mike knew he could just ask him, but wanted to try to keep him out of it, now that he felt better prepared to help her. ‘Taker had told him he could always ask him, he might not always help, but he was always free to ask. She still needed someone to protect her, and so far she was letting him be there for her. It had taken many long nights and late night conversations to get his point across that no matter what, he wanted to be there for her. He thought she was still a little reserved, but considering what he knew of her history, it made sense that she would be. He knew that Wease was the same way. He and Carla had shared that over dinner one evening recently. He was a little surprised at first, but knew he shouldn’t be considering the shit they went through.

He had done some serious thinking recently regarding living with her and knew it wasn’t just because he didn’t like living alone. Granted, he loved waking up with her next to him, but that wasn’t the only reason. He wanted to take care of her and living with her was a big part of it. He just hoped she’d continue to let him, once he told her what he’d done without talking with her about it first. It was something they had touched on briefly, but never had a real discussion about so he could tell her how he felt and get her feedback. He hoped he had guessed right since there was no going back.

He also wasn’t sure if she wanted to move. He had brought it up very briefly, but didn’t really get an answer from her. Maybe she was tied into a lease and couldn’t? Maybe her landlord was an asshole? Maybe she liked her condo? He doubted that since she didn’t do much to make it her own, other than put her furniture in it. No personal touches at all that he could see. The more he thought about it, he came to the conclusion he wanted to make a home with her, not just live with her.

His grandmother had been calling him recently too, wanting to know if he’d asked her yet. She wanted to be able to celebrate it this holiday season he knew, but he wasn’t going to let her rush them.

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