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Three Days To Go… New Girl On The Block
Today’s my last day of work before I take off for the wedding. I don’t know how long I’ll be off, or where we’re going on our honeymoon, but apparently everyone else knows what’s happening.
Bobby already spoke to my boss and organized my vacation time, so I’m all set at work. Now I just need to get through a few more hours chained to my desk, then I can go home and start on my to-do list.
Coincidentally, today’s also Jack’s last school day before summer break. While we’re away, he’ll stay with Nelly and work at the gym with the guys. A year ago, I’d have been terrified of leaving him, certain that he’d be arrested within half a day of me leaving town, but I trust him now. He’s grown and matured in the last year, and I trust the Kincaids to keep him out of trouble.
As far as the wedding goes, I think we’re mostly organized. Besides confirming numbers and phoning a few of our suppliers, we’re all set. Considering we’re only a few days away, I’m surprisingly not stressed or freaking out. We didn’t get the bouquets done on the day I’d planned, and though I happily suggested we chuck it in the fuck-it-bucket and buy something last minute, the girls said no.
We sat down Sunday night, and giggled our way through chaos and YouTube clips. We started with bouquet making tutorials and somehow worked our way through carpool karaoke and ended on clips of crazy pregnant ladies dancing to bring labor on.
It was nice to watch Izzy laugh, even if I saw her smile turn down each time she thought we weren’t watching. I don’t know how to help her. I don’t know how to fix this problem. I only know how to sit down and be her shoulder when she needs to cry.
Bobby was away most of the day with Jimmy, and when he came home, he was dead on his feet – his eyes were red and exhausted, his head bowed low.
He’d had a hard day. Once we got to bed and I asked what happened, he could barely look me in the eye.
His chin sometimes hard as rock, other times wobbling as though he were on the verge of crying. “I had no idea,” he whispered and played with my engagement ring. “About their feelings for each other. I truly didn’t see it.”
“I know, babe. I’m sorry. I should’ve said something.”
“No. It probably still would’ve gone the way it did. He wasn’t making a move. He didn’t want her to choose so young.”
“That’s so dumb! She wanted him. She wanted him all along.” It’s all so frustrating. And unfair. “It could have all gone down differently if they just talked.”
“Yeah, well.” He shrugged and let out a weary sigh. “I’m not sure what’s gonna happen now.”
“Will he be okay?”
“Dunno… I honestly don’t know what’s gonna happen, but he won’t be able to just stand around and watch her grow another man’s baby…”
Back in my office, I shake away my memories and look at the clock. Jack would have gotten out of school an hour ago. He’d be at the gym already, eating his way through protein bars and beating willing sparring partners up because, just as Bobby said a year ago, it’s fun and addictive and entirely consensual.
I sigh and try to refocus on the numbers on my screen, but it’s useless. I can’t stop thinking about Jim and Iz, or the wedding, or the mystery honeymoon.
Or what I’m doing tonight…
Nervously, I finger my gold bracelet and think about my five-thirty appointment – a special wedding gift I’ve organized for Bobby. I swear, if he ever accuses me of not stepping out of my comfort zone again, I’ll cut him.
As though he knew I was thinking of him, my phone vibrates on my desk and his image flashes and sends hot flushes scorching through my veins.
Like a silly schoolgirl fangirling over her crush, I’ve spent far too many hours searching for images of him. I scanned through thousands of images; him alone, him with dates that had nicer boobs than me, him and his brothers – who also have nicer boobs than me. Him on red carpets prior to big fights, him in the octagon with blood on his face and a twinkle in his eyes.
I can’t decide if it’s weird that I was stalking my fiancé online, or if it’s totally normal,becausehe’s my fiancé. Either way, I screenshot an image of him holding a title belt above his head, his left eye was swollen shut, his chest littered with bloody spots and bruises, and saved it as his contact picture.
Smiling like an idiot, I open his text and pray he hasn’t figured out my wedding surprise yet.
Bobby:Are you 100% sure you have to go to your appointment tonight?
I laugh and slide my fingers across the screen and answer him with one single frustrating word.Yes.
Bobby:And you’d rather do that than spend time with me?
I snicker and think of my plans. They’re all for him. He’ll thank me eventually.Yes.
