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Sunday
Hearing the front door open,I call out, “Did you guys get the pizza and wings?”
“Yeah, Sunday,” Dusty replies. “Pudge, no, you can’t have any chicken just yet.”
I giggle, grabbing the paper plates and napkins, then walk into the living room where they’ve got two boxes already sitting on the coffee table. It’s been a month since the team won the state championship, and we’re now watching pro football. I can’t every weekend because of my schedule, but thankfully, I’m off this weekend, because our two teams are rivals and they’re playing one another.
“Why don’t you go ahead and make our plates, I’ll get the drinks, and Dusty, you go wash your hands,” Jett orders.
It’s playoff weekend, and my guys and I are going to enjoy yelling at the television while we eat our weight in carbs, something I enjoy more than I can express. As the two of them move to take care of their tasks, I set the plates down, and open up the lid of the box then gasp.
“Will you marry us?”is spelled out in pepperoni slices, with a green bell pepper serving as the question mark.
All the memories we’ve made so far flash through my mind; from the weekend camping trips to the solo dates with just Jett and me. While it’s only been a few months, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt I want to spend the rest of my life with him by my side, along with Dusty, and any children we might have further down the road.
“Well, will you?” Jett asks, causing me to turn my head to see him bent down on one knee, a ring box opened in his hand, with a gorgeous diamond sparkling at me.
“Yes, yes I will,” I whisper, tears slowly rolling down my face.
He slips the ring on my finger just as Dusty war whoops from beside the couch, causing us both to laugh before his lips gently kiss mine.
“I love you, Sunday Cross,” he murmurs against my lips.
“I love you more, Jett Blake,” I reply. Then, pointing to Dusty, I continue. “But I love our son even more.”
“Yeah, I’m a pretty good kid, and very loveable,” Dusty says, giggling.
“Modest too,” Jett retorts. “Okay, so have you guys decided on what you’re betting on for the first game?”
“A week’s worth of doing laundry,” I state.
“I’ll take care of the cats when Sunday works,” Dusty tosses in.
“And I’ll do the grocery shopping for a week,” Jett pledges.
“Then let’s watch some football,” I reply, getting the plates set up while Jett passes out our drinks.
* * *
Later that night,as Dusty sleeps, I come back to the bedroom from cleaning up, and crawl into bed, curling up in Jett’s arms. “I don’t want to wait a long time to get married,” I confess, my hand stroking across his pec.
“You don’t want the big shindig?” he asks, looking down at me.
“Nope. Because that’s not what makes a marriage. What we’ve been doing, day in and day out, that’s what does, Jett. I’m perfectly okay with going to the courthouse with your sister’s family and mine as witnesses. We can always have a huge reception after if that’s something you’d like, but at the end of the day, as long as I’m Sunday Blake, I don’t really care, do you?”
“Not at all, sweetheart. We’ll let everyone know and see when we can do this,” he agrees to my wishes, kissing me. “Now, let’s get some sleep. Seems I have to go to the grocery store, and I suspect Dusty is going to put everything he can think of on the list.”
Even though I’m tired, I can’t help the giggle that escapes. “Good night, Jett.”
“Night, sweetheart.”
Epilogue
Jett
One Month Later
“It wasnice of your folks to take Dusty,” I say as we pull out of the courthouse parking lot.
