narrated by: Paloma
I had turned Adam down countless times, it had been loneliness that got me to accept his offer of interest, and a few beers. I can’t believe I was so hung up that Oliver’s Aunt Hazel was his boss. Oliver’s Dad hardly talks to his sister, let alone Oliver himself. I’ve never seen any of the family there but his other Aunt Violet-Adele, and she doesn’t know me.
We’ve been dating two years as of last month, and it’s a world of difference from high school dating. For one, he sleeps over constantly. Then spends all day over, fixing my television, while I prepare food, and we feed each other in our pjs.
We can’t get enough of each other, he about dies of boredom when my Mom calls to check in on me.
We barely leave the apartment, or bother getting dressed, and going to work is nearly torture. We can at least ride together, as we work down on Main Street, the cute, storefront, tourist section.
It just feels right, we both love the culinary arts, and dream of owning our own business. He reads me cookbooks, while I taste test my newest cheesecake creation for Planet Java, and it just seems like he shouldn’t ever leave to his apartment.
That thought led me to inviting him to move in. I live with a boy now. He was pretty happy to move in, if he’d had houseplants, they’d all be dead, because he was practically here constantly. Why pay landlords for an empty apartment? It’s all quite logical, and romantic, all rolled into one decision.
I don’t get to blow off my friends though, despite sometimes wanting to, in favor of staying home with Adam. I made friends with Meme Popper at Planet Java, she’s one of the local musicians Ginny hires, and we hit it off. Now she’s marrying my chef partner, Daniel, and I’m in her wedding.
I’m the only one that is not related to her or married into her family, it’s quite an honor. Her teenage sister Jill is more fascinated by video games though than trying on dresses, and her sister-in-law Catherine just had her third baby, and feels too self-conscious yet to model dresses. Naturally, I was the one that got the task.
She went with a really pretty blue dress for her spring wedding. It’s all coming up quickly, and I still don’t feel like I know the other bridesmaids. After the hellacious checkout line, I thought I should get to know them better.
I’d had suspicions that Catherine didn’t care for me, and when I invited her to get some lunch, she totally blew me off. I don’t know what I did to offend her, but thought that was a jerk move on her part.
Meme forced her to come, and told me that Catherine is just very shy, and to not be upset by it. I get being shy, but there are times that it’s just not an excuse. I did let it go though, believing what Meme said.
Without hesitation, I picked Hazel’s diner, where Adam was currently working. I can only go so long without seeing him, and I’d reached my limit. It’s lucky for us that Hazel thinks we are so darn adorable, that we get away with a few quick kisses.
Meme is dynamic, and easy to get along with, that the lunch went smoothly. Plus she knows her bridesmaids well, that helps, but she did include me in the conversation flawlessly.
I felt by the end of the lunch, that I would be able to share some conversation with Jill and Catherine at the wedding. It was all I really wanted, it’d be lonely getting dolled up, and having no one to share the moment with.
Catherine really did seem genuinely nice, and possibly just shy in the beginning. She also talked about her three kids, and seemed very much in love with her husband Henry. I didn’t tell her that Henry had liked me back when we were in junior high, and that they had gotten in a big fight over me.
For Valentine’s Day, Adam wanted to take me out. I don’t know why he thought we were at that stage in our relationship, as soon as we got to the art gallery, he started kissing on my neck, and whispering in my ear.
On our way back to our apartment, we ran into my Mother. Another sign that we should have never ventured out on Valentine’s Day, and she told me that my step-Dad was wandering around in the flower shop. She wouldn’t let us leave until I promised her dinner later in the week. Two years, and live-in boyfriend status does warrant a parental introduction, I suppose.
My family is crazy, I warned him this, but I still think he was surprised when Linnea started rattling off that our family was cursed, and hey, here’s the list of all the relatives who died tragically.
I had to drag her out of the room, leaving Adam at the mercy of Mom and Gideon. But I knew they weren’t about to spout off theories on super illness, curses, and ghosts of my dead aunt, who allegedly killed my father on his wedding night.
Once I bribed Linnea with a gift card to the craft store, she agreed to put a lid on all that crazy talk. Though she told me that it’s not crazy if it’s all true.
When I came back in, Gideon was grilling him about career, and college education. Just because Gideon is the head of a science team at Eastborough University, doesn’t mean everyone wants to go there. Besides, they rejected my application, so fat chance on that for me anyway. Mom kept trying to guide the conversation in a different area, but Gideon wasn’t picking up on her obvious clues.
I’m happy that Mom is happy, and that they built themselves a great nuclear family, but it doesn’t feel like home to me. I never lived in this nice house, or had food in the fridge. The only thing that really brightens it all, is Dahlia.
Adam only wants two, while I’m set on four. I’m just glad that he likes kids too, but he feels awkward around babies and toddlers, having zero experience with that age bracket. He really liked Captain though, and pets are the next best thing to babies, which neither of us are ready for, I love my apartment too much, and my slowly expanding bank account to have a baby yet. I’m saving for my own bakery, I want it before I throw myself away for babies, which I plan to do entirely, mostly because I just love babies.
On Mom’s porch swing, I talked Adam into getting a pet, and asking where he wanted to live one day. The porch swing is something I want, and I don’t know if I want to raise a family in the city. Adam pointed out that if I open a bakery in the city, it’d be easier to live near it.
I worry about the future, and start planning, then always he brings me back down, he soothes me. He’s right that we don’t need to decide anything, it’s not like we have even discussed getting married. But it doesn’t mean I haven’t thought about it. I have been thinking of weddings since junior high.
We settled on getting a cat though, an old one. It wasn’t just in case the relationship goes south, the cat will die sooner. It was a pet adoption week, and they said that Mr. Cucumber had been there for months, and that depressed me.
We promptly changed his name to Custard, for our love of culinary, and in part for Colonel Custard because Adam thought that’d be funny.
Immediately we left the bedroom stage, and became crazy cat people. Custard is well-trained, mostly, and so it’d been like adopting a twenty year old kid, all the hard work is done.
I thought he wouldn’t play since he was older, but he really loves yarn, chews it, eats it, and attacks it. We can spend hours sitting on the sofa, and watching Custard play.
He only has two problems, first, is that he likes to play with his toys in the middle of the night. Neither of us can sleep through the mouse springing and boinging all night long, so then we are tired in the morning.
Second, is that he loves the countertops. Loves them. He likes to perch up there, pretend he’s the king of our house, and even sleep there. He usually knows better to avoid this behavior if Adam is around, but he’s positive that Custard sleeps on the counter all night long.
He tries researching ways to keep him off the counters, from plastic wrap, to cups filled with bells. Frankly, he sounds a bit crazed. Custard on the counter doesn’t bother me one bit, I think he looks cute perched up there, and I don’t mind washing the counter before cooking.
I did promise him that I’d scoot Custard off, but only if he’d hang out with Meme’s fiancé, Daniel. He agreed, and I got the better end of the bargain. I’m friends with Daniel, but Adam can’t tolerate the guy.
It was disappointing. I really wanted to have a couple friend, I thought playing Gin Rummy at night would be fun, or seeing a movie together. Meme is such a blast, and Daniel is my friend too, but no matter how Adam tries, he finds Daniel to be exhausting.
I suppose we will have to find some other friends to be our couple friends. Though it would have been nice if he was Daniel’s groomsmen, then I could have spent the entire wedding with him without obligation to a stranger.
Notes: I didn’t realize that Meme and Paloma were such good friends until last round when my daughter was playing Meme, and Paloma kept popping over. They did meet through Planet Java, though they did attend school together. I’ll do a wedding post for Meme this spring, it’s funny that the circle of friends all met while working at Planet Java. Adam didn’t care for Daniel at all, which is a bummer since he was a townie, and therefore has no friends of his own.
Adam and Paloma are totally cute, and once they adopted Custard, they were infatuated with him. I adore them together, Paloma did have an engagement want, but Adam has none. He did like her family though, which is always a good sign.
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