"I heard Ash say we need a wedding theme. What does she mean? Like the frat parties we used to have? Like a boats and hoes wedding?"
"Not funny, but, yeah, I guess. Really, I have no idea what she means. I'm pretty sure all the weddings we've been to have just had a color scheme not a theme."
"Your favorite colors are turquoise, orange, and purple. Those going to be our colors?"
"They sound awful together. Turquoise might be pretty though. What color would you want?"
He kisses the top of my forehead. "Doesn't matter. This wedding is all about you."
"No, it's not! Hey, don't think you're gonna get out of helping me plan by saying that. This wedding, if we even have one," I tease, "is going to be all about us."
"I like us."
"You wanna talk about colors and wedding themes all night?"
"No, I think I can come up with something a little more fun than that," he says. He rolls on top of me, kisses me, and makes me forget about weddings again.
I'm back at work. Thankfully, my boss is a huge Danny Diamond fan and let me take off a few days to go see his first game. Okay, so I had to bribe him with an autographed football, but whatever works.
So far, the day has been a disaster. It's bad enough trying to get caught up, but now I'm frantic because the blueprints I sent with a courier first thing this morning have still not arrived at their destination. I've wasted so much time trying to track them down.
My phone rings, and I stupidly don't look at the caller id before I say "Jadyn Reynolds" because I assume it's the messenger service.
I hear Mrs. Mac's voice. "JJ, we really need to have a wedding planning meeting. Do you realize all that has to be done? Even if you don't want to get married for a year or more, we've gotta get started. I'm assuming, by now, you've had a chance to go through the bridal magazines and mark the things you like?"
"Uh, not really yet. We went to Danny's game, and I'm at the end of a project at work. It's like crunch time, and you know Phillip has been super busy at work too. In fact, we're both working late tonight."
She doesn't get the answer she wants to hear, so she snarls, "Fine. You have homework. I want you to go through the books I gave you and flag everything you like. And tell my son that he needs to go through them with you. Bring them to the house Saturday morning."
I say gently, "Um, that probably won't work because we're going to a Husker party."
She huffs at me and sounds a little pissed. "Fine. Be here early for dinner on Sunday. Let's say three o'clock. And tell Phillip to jot down ideas as well........never mind, I'll tell him. Oh, I'm also supposed to remind you that Pastor John wants you to call him right away. Something about couple's counseling."
I get off the phone and am like, HOMEWORK and COUPLE'S COUNSELING?
Seriously?
Planning a wedding sounds like no fun.
I had to work late again tonight, but when I get home, Phillip is waiting with Chinese takeout and a bottle of wine.
It even has a cork and everything.
He greets me with a kiss and opens the wine. "So I talked to Lori about wedding planning stuff the other day. She told me about a show called My Fair Wedding. She says it's all about themed weddings, and that the wedding planner, David Tutera, is amazing. That he can take the tackiest themes ever and turn them into something beautiful. I recorded a few, so we can watch them tonight while we eat."
"Watching TV sounds perfect. I'm tired, stressed, and starved. I didn't even get time for lunch today!"
We spread our feast across the coffee table, sit on the floor, eat, and watch a couple shows.
And, wow! Lori was right. He can take the tackiest theme and make it amazing.
Maybe I need a wedding planner.
Phillip flicks off the TV, and we talk about possible themes for our wedding. Most of the couples had a reason for their theme. We talked about the swings, football, princesses, and Barbie. None of them seemed right.
But pretty soon, the food is mostly gone, the wine is completely gone, and wedding themes seem to be the last thing on Phillip's mind.
He leads me into the bedroom, throws me on the bed, and pounces on me. I have a fleeting thought that maybe our theme should be sex because that seems to be all that's on that boy's mind lately.
I'm happily sprawled across Phillip's body when I joke, "I think our wedding theme may have to be sex."
"A XXX wedding?" Phillip asks.
We get silly talking about ideas for our XXX themed wedding.
David Tutera would be hyperventilating!
"I know," I giggle, "we could use furry handcuffs for napkins rings."
"We could have personalized condoms as our favors!"
"Oh....listen to this!! We could use those big dildos that stand up on their own, and we could like cut the tips." Phillip winces when I say that. "And we could use them to hold the table numbers at the reception!"
Phillip tickles me. I giggle and tickle him back.
"I'll use a vibrator as the base of my bouquet! It could vibrate through the whole ceremony. Can you just picture that? Everyone's all serious, and it's just sitting there shaking?"
"You're silly," he says. Then he attacks my chest with kisses. "I have a better idea. We could do a Phillip and Jadyn Make a Porno video."
"We could show it at the reception!" I scream.
"Maybe we should practice a few moves right now," Phillip says sexily.
And uh, yeah. We do.
Practice, I mean.
Sorry, no videos.
After round two, I give Phillip my pouty face.
"What's the face for?" he asks. "We just had amazing, mind-blowing sex. Again. Hell, I even impressed myself."
I roll my eyes at him. "I don't know about mind-blowing." I laugh, but he totally knows I'm lying. It's really hard to lie to someone who can read your mind. And it was oh-my-gosh-scream-it-from-the-rooftops incredible. But I don't tell him that. I don't want him to think he's like all that. He needs to keep working toward a goal or something. "Plus, I think you're just using me for sex." I try to look sad.
He laughs a huge hearty laugh. "Yeah, I am."
I couldn't help but grin with him.
"But I'm just trying to catch up."
"Catch up?"
"Yeah, so the sex and the friendship are even."
"We've been best friends for a really long time."
"Yes, I know. I really do have my work cut out for me," he jokes. "I just feel balance is important in our relationship." Then he says, "Speaking of that, Sunday night when you were sitting on the kitchen island at my parents' house, I had this flashback. Do you remember the night you were all upset about your date with that Mark guy you had a crush on? He tried to attack you before dinner, so you got pissed and made him bring you home. You came over all upset about both him and the fact that you'd dumped Dillon because of him. Do you remember that?"
"Yeah, you were just getting home from Danny's, and if I recall, you weren't much help because you were tipsy and thought the whole thing was hilarious and my own fault."
"Well that, and all I could think about was how hot you looked, how I really didn't blame Mark for wanting you, and how I really just wanted to do you right there on the kitchen island. I even had dreams about it. Do you remember what you wore? Lisa must have dressed you. You had on a short plaid skirt, little white blouse, a navy cardigan. You kinda looked like a naughty school girl."