“Please, call us Carol and Paul. Caleb has told us a lot about you too,” she gushed.
When the waitress served the food, I picked up my slice ready to eat. Caleb shook his head before he and his parents bowed their head. Carol thanked God for the food in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost. I can identify the Father and Son, but who is the Holy Ghost? I’d have to ask Caleb about it later.
I have nothing against praying before eating. In fact, I had to do it at summer camp and other Jewish events with food. I’ve just never done it in a restaurant or prayed to Jesus Christ.
We sat at the table enjoying New York style pizza, salad, and red wine, talking with ease as if we had really known each other forever. As much as Caleb raved about New York style pizza, I expected it to taste a lot better than it did. Not that it was bad, mind you, but I liked Michigan pizza just as much. Most people don’t realize it but Little Caesars, Domino’s, Jet’s, and Hungry Howie’s all started in Michigan. The natives of New York and New Jersey may prefer their pizza, but clearly the rest of the country likes the way we Michiganders make it.
Carol informed me I’d meet the rest of the family, which lived in New Jersey, at a barbecue they were throwing at their home tomorrow afternoon. Caleb did not look surprised to hear this news, but I sure was. He hadn’t mentioned a thing about it to me.
“Tomorrow you’ll meet Caleb’s sister, Crystal, and her husband, Tony. They have three children, and she’s pregnant with her fourth, bless her heart. Then, you’ll meet my sister, Nancy, and her husband, Chris. Their kids live out of state, but of course, you’ll meet them at Christmas. And then ...” I didn’t hear another word after 'Christmas'.
It’s one thing to think you may be getting engaged soon. It’s another to get confirmation from your soon—to-be fiancé’s mother. She just assumed I’ll be with them at Christmas. The notion both excited and scared me. After all, I haven’t been dating him for that long and we do have some small issues to work out. I’ve never celebrated Christmas before. How would we deal with the differences in our religion? I put it on my list to discuss with Caleb at some point.
After sitting for a couple hours talking, Caleb stated we should check into our hotel. As much as I enjoyed talking with his parents, I was glad we weren’t staying at their house. I needed some privacy and alone time with Caleb.
We checked into our hotel room and got ready for bed. Honestly, after traveling and the wine, all I wanted to do was go to sleep. I had no inclination to have sex that night. Unfortunately, Caleb had other ideas.
I quickly faked an orgasm, so we could get some sleep. I needed all I could get before meeting the rest of his family tomorrow.
At eight in the morning, Caleb woke me with the temptation of coffee under my nose.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he said, kissing me on the forehead. I got you some coffee from downstairs. It’s not a café latte, but I promise it has caffeine,” he teased.
“What time is it?” I asked, still exhausted.
“It’s after eight already.”
“Why are you up so early?” I rolled over and put the pillow over my head, groaning in discontentment.
“I’ve been up since six. While you’ve been sleeping, I worked out in the hotel gym, taken a shower, and gotten us coffee.”
“You’re insane. It’s Saturday. We can sleep in.” I hated to get up before ten in the morning on the weekends.
“They say you should stay on the same schedule during the weekend as you do during the weekdays. I always get up at six,” he informed me.
“You didn’t get up at six when you slept over at my place,” I reminded him.
“I did. I just didn’t get out of bed.” Then he admitted, “I watched you sleep. You’re adorable when you’re asleep.”
“I hope you think I’m adorable when I’m awake, too,” I joked.
His eyes sparkled, and I noticed the erection in his pants, proving to me he found me extremely adorable. First, I had to wake up early and now I had to have sex again. Oh well, practice makes perfect, right?
“Why don’t you take a shower and brush your teeth?”
“Do you want to join me in the shower?”
“No, I already took one, but I’ll be waiting for you to come out.”
Even though I couldn’t get the shower hot enough, I took my time, not eager to return to the bedroom. I shampooed my hair twice and conditioned it, then scrubbed my body from head to toe.
Then, deciding it might be my only alone time for the day, I lay down in the shower and gave myself an orgasm. Now I was ready for Caleb.