my pen down and sighed. “What are you talking about? You are going to make a
mess,” I scolded.
I grabbed my coffee before it was knocked over and set it on the bookcase behind me. “You met a boy and you’re getting married?” I said the words out loud and instantly understood. I threw my arms around my friend. “You didn’t?
You can’t be – he didn’t! How wonderful,” I gushed.
Thomas and I hugged and jumped around. When we calmed, Thomas sat
down, crossing his legs, then his hands. He leaned in as if telling me a secret. He waved his wrist in front of me. I grabbed his hand for a closer inspection.
He was wearing a chronograph watch. The handsome timepiece had a gray
band that held a deep brown dial case. It was stunning.
“He bought you a Movado? Do you even know how to use it?”
“Of course, I don’t.” Laughing, he took his arm back and admired it. “But it
is pretty enough to be on my dainty wrist.”
“You’re a fool.” I joined in his laughter. “I am so happy, T. You are getting
married!”
“Yes, Jacob Anderson and Thomas Martin will unite to be the powerhouse of
Mr. & Mr. Martin-Anderson.”
“How did you convince him to have your name first?”
“Well, I used my amazing reasoning skills.”
I raised my eyebrows in disbelief.
“I told him he had three choices for our new names. He could choose the seductive and sexy, Martin-Anderson. Or, we could merge our names and try Manderson or Andertin. Thankfully, he didn’t call my bluff.” Thomas threw back his head and laughed. “Good thing we are getting married in two weeks. It
won’t give him time to think about my trickery.”
“Oh, Thomas, he knows about your sneaky ways. It’s my mother you need to
worry about. She’s going to freak out. She won’t be able to throw you the wedding she always dreamed of.”
“Jacob has already handled sweet Hillary. They have been planning since this morning. He soothed her with a morning coffee splashed with Bailey’s and a
heavy helping of ‘Only you can save us, Mother Hillary’.”
I chuckled at the image. How well the boys knew my mother.
“The wedding will be at your mother’s house. She already has the backyard
lined with soft twinkling lights and seating for our intimate group. It will be simple, sweet, and cheap,” Thomas bragged. “Of course, the money we saved will be blown on a fantastic two-week honeymoon in Europe.”
Just three years before, we had been devastated when Proposition 8 passed in
California and took away my gay best friends’ right to marry. When ‘Prop Hate’
was ruled as unconstitutional, I was surprised they hadn’t run out that day and celebrated by getting a marriage license. They didn’t need the official paper.
They were meant for each other. Even so, I was thrilled love had finally prevailed.
With marriage on the brain, the manuscript I was editing was neglected for
the rest of the afternoon. We decided we would not get anything done, so we took the rest of the day off to join my mother and Jacob. We found out immediately that we weren’t needed. Thomas was right. My mother had
everything handled, including the dress I was going to wear. I knew my mother
would make sure my best friends had a beautiful wedding.
That evening, over dinner, I told Jeremy the great news. I described the plans my mother came up with on short notice to create a magical wedding. He pushed his
plate away and glared at me.
“You really expect me to be there on this short notice for a fairy wedding?”
Jeremy scowled.
