Does It Really Matter? Chapter Twenty
Author's Note: There will be three or so more chapters from here, and I really don't want to end it but I have to! : ( I know this piece is special to some people, including me, so it'll be hard, but I promise you won't be left hanging. This is too good of a storyline to. So savor the final morsels!
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That night, riding home, out hands were entwined while we rode our horses through the fading daylight to our farmhouse. As we walked in the house, Jaedin's grandma looked up from her cooking and saw us hand-in-hand through the steam. She must've seen the ring on my finger, and Jaedin had to have told her.
She gave a squeal of delight and ran over, hugging both of us at the same time. She then ushered us upstairs, to the left, and to the second room on the left, where I saw a neat full bed, covered in a purple and white plaid comforter, and peeking out were white sheets. There were five pillows, all stuffed into the relatively small bed. The bed's frame, the dresser, the closet door, and the desk were all painted white.
My little overnight bag was sitting on top of the dresser. Turning around, I realized his grandma was no longer behind us. I followed Jaedin downstairs to see his grandma feverishly stirring something. I laughed to myself silently, knowing that she'd be even more excited than this on our wedding day.
And then I realized that, when I was younger, maturity-wise, I had always wanted my mother to pick out my dress with me, and pay the hefty bill, pick the food, and everything else with it, and I now didn't want her to even know I was marrying someone who wasn't rich. I imagined her face turning purple like it does when she gets furious, then mumbling to herself, and then smashing a vase with whatever she had in her hands. Probably not a good idea to tell her.
“First comes marrige, then comes a baby!” Jaedin's grandma sang.
He laughed. “I would like a daughter,” he said to me quietly, looking very serious.
“I'm-I'm not exactly ready to give birth.” I said. He looked a bit disappointed. “But we could adopt. That way you'll be sure we're getting a girl.” He smiled, and we walked into the kitchen, talking loudly and laughing all night.
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That night, riding home, out hands were entwined while we rode our horses through the fading daylight to our farmhouse. As we walked in the house, Jaedin's grandma looked up from her cooking and saw us hand-in-hand through the steam. She must've seen the ring on my finger, and Jaedin had to have told her.
She gave a squeal of delight and ran over, hugging both of us at the same time. She then ushered us upstairs, to the left, and to the second room on the left, where I saw a neat full bed, covered in a purple and white plaid comforter, and peeking out were white sheets. There were five pillows, all stuffed into the relatively small bed. The bed's frame, the dresser, the closet door, and the desk were all painted white.
My little overnight bag was sitting on top of the dresser. Turning around, I realized his grandma was no longer behind us. I followed Jaedin downstairs to see his grandma feverishly stirring something. I laughed to myself silently, knowing that she'd be even more excited than this on our wedding day.
And then I realized that, when I was younger, maturity-wise, I had always wanted my mother to pick out my dress with me, and pay the hefty bill, pick the food, and everything else with it, and I now didn't want her to even know I was marrying someone who wasn't rich. I imagined her face turning purple like it does when she gets furious, then mumbling to herself, and then smashing a vase with whatever she had in her hands. Probably not a good idea to tell her.
“First comes marrige, then comes a baby!” Jaedin's grandma sang.
He laughed. “I would like a daughter,” he said to me quietly, looking very serious.
“I'm-I'm not exactly ready to give birth.” I said. He looked a bit disappointed. “But we could adopt. That way you'll be sure we're getting a girl.” He smiled, and we walked into the kitchen, talking loudly and laughing all night.