“We want to get caught up financially, we’ll pay for a lot of the wedding ourselves. My parents aren’t well off by any means. Jameson’s dad is in the same boat, and Marcie, well. She hasn’t really said much. Plus, we’ve been talking about buying a house.”
“A house? Wow! That’s great! Where are you going to look?” Lily asks.
“Well, I’d like to stay in the area my company services because we’ll get a huge discount.” Jameson mentions.
“I didn’t know that.” I tell him. “You want to stay up here? I work all the way down on the shoreline. That would be almost an hour commute.”
“Oh damn. Trouble in paradise.” Bevan suggests.
“No. We can talk about it later. Nothing is set in stone.” Jameson tells the table but just looks at me.
I need to change the subject before things get frustratingly awkward.
“Lily, since we’re talking about the wedding I want to ask you something. Will you be my maid of honor?”
“Oh-my-god! Yes, of course I will. If you asked anyone else I’d have to kick your ass.”
I can’t help but laugh at her blunt honesty.
“Who else are you having in the bridal party?” She asks.
“Karolyn, of course. Jameson would like to have his cousin Amy because they are still close. The last bridesmaid I picked is my friend Mallory. You’ve met her before. We worked together at the drug store, average height, average weight, blonde, bob hair-cut, porcelain skin that you would die for. We still keep in touch even since she moved to New York to become a cop. Jameson doesn’t know any little ones, so I asked the parents of a little girl I babysat for who is close friends with my parents, if she’d be the flower girl. Rory is six years old, petite with dark brown eyes and long, dark brown hair to match. She’s adorable.”
LUNCH WAS GREAT.
After we said our goodbyes to Bevan and Lily and hop in the car, Jameson put the keys in the ignition but didn’t start it. He turned to the side, looked me straight in the eyes and said “Do you want to talk now or later about the living location situation?”
I was shocked about his statement at lunch. I never once considered moving even further away from my job. There was a lot to consider on both of our parts. Jameson decided to make a list.
Pros Cons
Company DiscountFar from Hillary’s job
Closer to business areas/shoppingLoss of money for gas/traveling
Houses are cheaperHouses are closer to each other
Taxes are cheaperMore town restrictions in cities
For every pro we found we also found a con. We decided to look all around the state and see what house or houses we fell in love with. The one positive we did agree on was that we had time on our side.
“I own you.”
June 3, 2002
To:
[email protected]
From:
[email protected]
June 3, 2002 08:49a.m.
Good Morning Sexy Butt,
I know you are just getting to work but it’s almost your birthday. I wanted to see if you had any thoughts on what you would like to do. Do you want to go out alone? Do you want me to call our friends and do a big dinner and go out to a restaurant of your choosing? Most importantly, what do you want for a gift?
-Romeo
To:
[email protected]
From:
[email protected]
June 3, 2002 09:09 a.m.
Good Morning,
You think I have a sexy butt do ya? Romeo? Seriously? You wrote me one poem that was three, maybe four lines long. You have to do better than that to get the title of Romeo. Ha ha!
As far as plans for my birthday goes I would love to get everyone together and go out to dinner. It’s always a good time, non-stop laughter is something I would never turn down. My birthday is on a Tuesday though. Do you want to do it for the Saturday night before or after?
A gift? NOTHING! You just bought me an engagement ring! No gift, please.
-Sexy Butt
To:
[email protected]
From:
[email protected]
June 3, 2002 09:21a.m.
I like your style
I like your class
But most of all
I like your ass.
Boom! Romeo status engaged!
To:
[email protected]
From:
[email protected]
June 3, 2002 09:33 a.m.
Alright, you made your point Romeo. Now go to sleep so I can get back to work.
xoxoxoxoxoxo
To:
[email protected]
From:
[email protected]
June 3, 2002 09:40 a.m.
Group dinner for the birthday girl. I’ll ask around and see which day everyone has more availability, the 8th or the 15th.
We’ll discuss the gift thing later.
Have a good day at work. I’ll call you when I wake up or I’m on my way in to work.
xoxoxoxoxo,
-Romeo
“I keep what’s mine.”
June 4, 2002
Dear (Sexy Butt) Hillary,
No words can define my love for you because you are beyond words, and my love for you is beyond measure.