check you out, take some blood, and get you going with some vitamins that might perk you up.” He looked around. “Do you want me to stay or go?”
“GO,” she said angrily.
“Do you always wake up this pleasant?” He asked jokingly. He ducked out of the room just in time to avoid being hit with a pillow.
Half an hour later, he was pleased to see Cammie and the doctor walking out together, looking thick as thieves. “Is everything good?” He asked, concerned.
“Yes. Iron and smaller more frequent meals along with napping as needed should help her through this first trimester nicely. I’ll see her again in four weeks.” He came over to share Adam’s hand.
“And she’s able to travel?” He asked hopefully.
“Sure. I see no reason she can’t. Enjoy the wedding. I’ll let myself out.” Then he walked out of the room headed toward the door.
After she heard the door close, Cammie looked at Adam. “What possessed you to call a doctor for me?”
“I was worried and it was the smart thing to do.” He sighed. “Can we talk for a minute? I know we have to leave soon to meet your parents. Before I beg your father to allow me to marry you, I need to make sure you are all in.”
“I’m not going to lie to you, Adam. I have my reservations.” She frowned. “Now, as if having a relationship wasn’t hard enough, we’re starting off married with a family instead of dating?”
“Relationships are challenging. We both know that. Let me show you what I made for you.” He opened the laptop and turned it on. There was a PowerPoint presentation loaded. “I know how much you focus on logic. Give me a chance to prove to you how logical it is to be with me.”
The presentation started…graphs and charts about relationships and the benefits. There were loads of numbers to back up his claims. Then came the study that was most interesting. The amount of time people were together before they knew the person they were with was The One. Less than six weeks.
“See,” he said leaning into her. “You already know. In your heart, you know.”
Then the presentation moved away from numbers. It was a series of top ten lists. Top ten kisses…and theirs ranked number two, right behind the kiss made famous in The Notebook. The presentation ended with a clip from Ghost…the clay love scene.
“Do you know why I included this?” He asked.
She nodded and sniffled. Her eyes welled up with tears. “Stupid pregnancy hormones,” she complained.
“I am your lump of clay to mold, doll. I just want to be part of your fifty year plan.”
She hopped off the couch and grabbed his hand while she dragged him toward the bedroom. He dug in his heels for but a moment. “Putting up a fight already?” She asked playfully.
“What are we doing?” He asked.
“You said I could mold you. I have a lot of molding to do. No better time to start than the present.” She spoke in a seductive tone. “And there is at least one part of you that I want to mold right away.”
“I am in such good hands.” He followed her into the room with a smile on his face.
The next morning, Cammie woke Adam up at 7am. “Pinch me!” She shouted. He opened one eye, reached over, and pinched her upper arm. She squealed in delight. After hopping out of bed, she did a little dance before rushing to the bathroom.
She had slowed considerably when she returned, but little had dampened her spirits. “I’m looking forward to this part passing,” she commented. Then she nudged him once more, “Get up! We have so much to do and so little time to do it in.”
Heading to the shower, she rushed to get cleaned up and changed, only to find Adam just sitting up. “Where’s the fire?” He moaned.
“Look!” She held out her left hand. “You asked my dad and he said ‘yes!’” She gave him a big clumsy hug.
“I was more excited when you said ‘yes.’” He laughed. “It was the Demi Moore clip, right?”
“Nah. It was all of it. It reminded me why I love you. It made me forget why I was scared. And I knew that I had to give this a try.” She shrugged.
“A try?” He grabbed her and pulled her until she had rolled with him into bed. “I don’t know if we should start marriage on a try.” He smirked.