Neville answered the door and invited them in. Haley and Sam were waiting on them in the study. They sat on the sofa across from them.
“It’s so good to see you!” Haley said jumping up to greet them.
Even Sam seemed to be happier and more relaxed. “Less than a week,” he said. “Then I’m off the market.”
“Please,” Adam said. “You were never on the market. What a waste of a trust fund!” He smiled.
“Well, I hope we’ll be seeing a lot more of you, Cammie,” Haley said sincerely.
“Oh, you,” Cammie remarked. “Lots and lots more. I’m about to get huge.”
Adam looked at her with wide eyes. “Doll…”
“Sure will,” she said. “I’m pregnant.” Her eyes were wide as she spoke. Clearly, she was not over the shock. He could never imagine her talking this way under normal circumstances.
“Yeah. So we’re going to get married,” he added as he looked at her for a reaction.
“Hey! I thought we were going to talk about it first,” Cammie exclaimed.
He raised an eyebrow. “And I thought we weren’t going to talk to anyone else about it at all.”
She shrugged. “Touché.”
“I don’t know what to say,” Sam said. “Congratulations?” He looked at Adam who was smiling at him like he’d won the lottery.
“I do,” Haley said giddily. She looked at Cammie. “Double wedding. Please?”
“Oh, I don’t know. We’ve only been together for the better part of six weeks…” her voice trailed off.
“And doll, just how pregnant do you think you are?” He smirked.
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Six. Weeks.” She bit out.
“Clearly rushing into things is pretty much just our way. Marry me.” He said it as though it was the most logical conclusion he could make.
“You don’t even have a ring.” She frowned. “How do I know you mean it?”
“You have my baby. Baby trumps ring. And we’ll pick your ring out tomorrow. We’ll need to find wedding bands anyway. Oh, and you’ll need a dress. Other than that, we pretty much already have it covered…unless you want two cakes?” He smiled.
“I want chocolate,” she said shyly. “And I want Cin and my parents there. Is there room in the jet and in the house?” She looked at Sam and Haley.
“Absolutely,” Sam said. “This will be perfect.”
In the morning, Adam woke Cammie with kisses. She looked at him, smiled, caressed his face, and bolted from the bed to puke. “Good morning, beautiful!” He called. By the time she came out, he had made the bed, thrown on some clothes, headed to the bagel shop, returned with a hot tea, a hot coffee, and some bagels. “Come sit,” he said. “This is something like a hangover. You need carbs and tea.”
She frowned. “I hate being sick.” He passed her the bagel. “But I rather like being taken care of.” A slight smile brightened her face.
“Well, get used to it. Every day for the rest of your life,” he said. He leaned over and kissed her forehead. “So, I thought we’d get ready and go pick out rings. Where would you like to go? Tiffany’s?”
“I can’t marry you,” she said. And as if she hadn’t just crushed his heart, she kept on nibbling away at the bagel.
He watched her for a minute. He waited for her to laugh or give some other sign that she was joking. “Doll, what did you say?” Maybe he heard her wrong.
“I can’t marry you.” She looked him in the eye.
“Then why did you say you would last night?” He asked getting more upset.
“I didn’t say I would. You announced we were.” She picked a raisin out and set it on her plate. “Ewww. Raisins. Why is it when any other food spoils we throw it out, but when a grape spoils they simply rename it, repackage it and call it a raisin. I don’t get it.”
Adam didn’t know what to say. She was blathering on about raisins and not getting married. There was a completely surreal quality to the experience. He was about to look around for a hidden camera. There had to be some explanation. “Why can’t you marry me?” He asked calmly.
“Well, you didn’t ask my father for my hand. We’re a very traditional Greek family. I can’t very well jet off to The Keys and get married without permission.” She kept eating and sipping tea.
“You’re twenty-nine years old. You don’t live with your parents. As best I can tell, they haven’t financially supported you for a good ten