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We arrive back at my house and he parks the car in the driveway. I’m still looking at my ring, sparkling back at me even in the dismal light. I can’t wait to share our news with my parents, but now it’s my turn to be nervous as to how they’re going to take it. Imagine my surprise when Lennon casually informs me that they already know.
“They already know?” I questioned, my eyes wide.
He shrugged. “Well, yeah. I respect your parents, so I couldn’t ask you without asking your Dad’s permission first. Wouldn’t be right.”
“Oh, my God, Lennon. You are such a perfect gentleman, aren’t you?” I said in a low voice. “Of course, I should have known you’d do that, and thank you for thinking about their feelings.” I felt myself welling up again at how caring and thoughtful my fiancé was. That sounded so strange in my head—my freakin’ fiancé.
As soon as we step out of the car, my parents are there waiting and embrace us. Mom’s crying more than I am, but I’m just relieved they’re okay with all of this. I think Lennon’s parents will take longer to come around to the idea, but that’s okay. It’s not like we’re getting married next week.
“My little girl. Getting married,” Mom sobs. I laugh, wipe my own tears away and wrap my arms around her.
“You still have me for a little while yet,” I tease. “We only just got engaged.”
“What, like a whole six weeks?” she replies dryly. “That time will fly by in a heartbeat.”
Wait, what? I turn to Lennon in shock.
“Six weeks? We’re getting married in six weeks?” I ask incredulously, positive my mom must have misunderstood.
He winces at the question. “Um, yeah. Didn’t I mention that part?”
“No, you seem to have left that small detail out. So, when were you going to let me in on the secret?” I said, slightly annoyed at being blindsided by this bombshell. I mean, a girl needs time, dresses, makeup, flowers, photographers. What was he thinking?
“Oh, well, that was the other thing I needed to tell you. From our conversations about love and life, I got the impression that a big wedding wasn’t your kind of thing, so I’ve booked everything in Hawaii for mid-December.”
“You didn’t!” I say, my eyes wide.
“Yeah, I did. Please don’t be mad, honey. I figured with college and everything, it made sense to do it after your exams and before the rush of the Christmas break… but if that’s too soon, we can change it—”
“No.” I cut in, my heart racing and my annoyance long forgotten. I smile, because even though the thought of everything happening so fast has my head in a spin, I don’t want to wait a second longer to be his wife than I have to. “You were pretty darn sure of yourself though, weren’t you mister?”
“What do you mean?” he says, frowning at me.
“Well, what if I’d said no? Seeing as you’ve already arranged everything, you could’ve been going to Hawaii alone. Ever think about that possibility, sweetheart?” I smile sweetly, cocking my head to one side and batting my eyelashes at him.
“Oh, that scenario? Um, uh… I didn’t want to even consider that, so I took a chance. Seems it all worked out, though,” he says, grinning back at me.
“Well, surprises are nice, and this is the best, but don’t be making decisions without me when we’re married,” I say, tapping my finger on his hard chest as a lighthearted warning. “Six weeks is fine… in fact, more than fine. It’ll be wonderful,” I say, planting kisses all over his face.
“Now, hold on, you two. You’re not married yet,” Dad says jokingly, obviously embarrassed by my public show of affection.
Lennon looks down at me and says, “Good, that’s settled then. Besides, most of the big, important stuff is already arranged. The rest should be a breeze.”
“Sure,” I say, stifling a laugh. “What could possibly go wrong?”
Chapter Two
Darcy
Five weeks later.
“Now this is what I’m talking about.”
Cindy brushes past me and rushes off the plane, taking a deep breath of fresh air before allowing the poor hostess to finally hang a lei around her neck. She turns to me, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement. I groan at her enthusiasm, because she’s more excited about this than I am. You’d think it was her getting married in a week, instead of me.
