She tears up and then fans her face, and I stick my bottom lip out. “We will circle back to this, but do you want to change the subject?”
“Yes.” She swipes the tears away. “Tell me about wedding planning.”
“I was thinking more about work.”
She waves her hand around. “We have plenty of time for that. What’s it like having Griffin plan most of everything?”
I’m not saying guys aren't into wedding planning, but the way Griffin took the planning by the horns—well, I feel like I should be more upset he’s doing more than me, but I’m not. Like I said, maybe I’m not a big wedding type of girl.
“It’s good. He’s got his checklist, and he's happy as a clam.”
She studies me a moment and then crosses her arms.
“What’s going on?” she asks.
“Nothing. What do you mean?”
“Are you not excited about getting married?”
“Oh, of course I am. I just … he’s so happy planning it all that I don’t mind.”
She nods slowly.
“Do you think it’s weird?”
“Him planning our wedding?” I ask for more clarity.
“That you’re fine not having control.”
I shake my head slowly. “I’m okay with it.”
She keeps her eyes on me but doesn't say anything else.
My phone chirps, and I glance at the clock. It’s six, and that means Griffin is probably about to board his flight and is texting me to check in. It's like clockwork. He’s so predictable, I never have to worry. He’s probably going to ask me about work.
Griff
How’s it going at work?
I stare at his text. I’ve never had a problem with his texts until right now. Even so, I don’t have aproblemproblem. He’s just asking about my day, but it would be cute if he used a nickname for me or used an emoji. Wait … does he even have a nickname for me?
Natalie
Good. Do you have a nickname for me?
Griff
A nickname? Why would I need one? Your name is beautiful just the way it is, Natalie.
I purse my lips and tilt my head. It’s not a bad answer; it’s just not what I was looking for.
Natalie
I have you on my phone as Griff.
Griff
Okay. Love you. See you when I land.
