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I grumble under my breath. Nora sighs.
I track Waffle around the yard. I’m exhausted tonight. Work has been kicking my butt the past month, months actually, and my ten to twelve-hour days are starting to get to me. I’m comfortable in silence with my sister and my dog.
But apparently my sister is not. She sighs again.
“What is it?” I ask, clearly falling for the trap.
“Oh, it’s nothing.”
I look away so she doesn’t see my eye roll. Come on, I don’t have the mental bandwidth for a conversation of this caliber.
“Try again. Why don’t you tell me why you’re here, after eight, on a Tuesday.” I lean forward. “Things are okay with Mateo, yeah?” Concern for her starts to grow.
“Mateo is fine. Really.”
“And rotations? You able to balance study with your rotation?”
She gives me a reassuring smile. “Yes, Theo, as per usual, I’m rocking med school.”
“Then what’s the problem? You sighed twice, ruining my enjoyable silence.” I don’t snap this at her—she is my little sister—but damn I wish she just got to the point.
“I think we are going to move out the wedding date.” She sniffs.
My eyes narrow. “You said everything was fine…” I trail off.
“I’m overwhelmed. I don’t know what I was thinking when I decided that planning a wedding during our third year of med school was doable. I just don’t know how to plan a wedding and finding time to figure it out, well, it’s stressing me out.”
What she’s saying makes sense. From my experience, planning a wedding takes up way too much headspace than it’s worth.
“Why don’t you just elope?”
Nora’s eyes round. “Absolutely not.”
I shrug. That would be the easiest for all parties involved.
“Do you think moving the wedding to your fourth year is going to be any easier?” I offer. I know my sister well enough. She doesn’t want a long engagement. There has to be a solution that will help with her stress.
She throws herself back into the chair with a grumble. “No, you’re right. The next couple of years aren’t going to magically free up space to plan a wedding.”
“What does Mateo think?”
“He said that he will support whatever I want. But he also said that he can’t wait to start our life together, so if we push our wedding, he wants us to move in together.” She says the last part extremely fast, round eyes on me, watching for my reaction. She will have to wait a moment while I play back the garbled string of words she just said. Once I’ve replayed her words, I nod.
“I don’t care if you live with your fiancé before you’re married. It’s no sweat off my sack.”
“Eww. Gross.” Her nose wrinkles in disgust.
The corners of my lips lift. “Payback for the excitement comment.”
She snorts.
“Honestly, I don’t know why you aren’t living together now.”
“Because you’re paying my rent.”
I glare at her. “I am not. Your trust fund is. I just pay the accountant who handles your bills. I pay for med school. You can live wherever you want.”
She sighs again. Let me tell you, if you’ve never lived with a woman, you don’t even know how much sighing happens. And the sigh game is strong with this one.
