Where Would I Be Without You - By CJ Hawk Page 0,60
look past those incredible eyes of yours and love you for your brain. It's kind of hard though. You know. Because you have a really nice body." I laughed.
"I think I am the one that should be saying that." Then he kissed my hand just as the doctor came in to release me. Alongside him was a nurse to take out my IV and send me along my way. At this point, nothing about today seemed daunting because, I was back with Mason, he was going to take care of me, and things were looking much better.
Chapter Fourteen
A few months later, with a good bit of management courses completed, things were looking up. It might have helped that with each course completed; Mason promised me a romantic date. Yesterday, I completed another course with glee in my heart knowing that after I volunteered this morning at the Senior Center in the morning, he had a planned date for the evening. This Sunday was a romantic date in the city, in a horse carriage ride, to a dinner on a roof top restaurant and followed with a walk through a park that is filled with twinkling lights for couples.
Marion was starting to look like she had swallowed a beach ball. A small one. When I looked at her directly, I saw a small bump, but when she turned sideways in a tight shirt, there they were, the twins. We spent most days talking about baby rearing and reading baby articles to each other instead of my chaotic drama. It seemed as if from the day in the hospital, as soon as Mason and I recommitted to each other, all my unlucky chaos just seemed to disappear. Marion and I joked that all good things can't last, and we should prepare for the next round of adventure. However, I knew deep in my heart, that falling in love with Mason had been the most grownup thing I had ever done. Besides, twins, one boy, one girl, could cause enough chaos for all of us. We were going to have our hands full.
Of course, plans can change; they always do. Somehow though, I got the impression that Mason and I made a great team in compromising. Like the fact that we spent almost every Sunday from noon to three at his parents for brunch. I didn't mind as I was starting to feel like one of the family. It might have helped that his sisters and mother treated me better than my own family. Mason knew how to deal with me after I might have a bad mom experience with my mother, and he had picked my dad up from the bar a few times without trying to let me know. I thought it was sweet, as we both had discussed that it was a problem we can only deal with by not letting him drive drunk. However, Mason's biggest compromise of all was when he asked me to marry him, and I told him not until I finished the management course. Although, as soon as I said that, he quit trying to persuade me from studying, to do other entertaining things, like have sex. We were not doing so good on the Catholic thing, but I had a great study partner who wanted me to get this course done in six months instead of the typical year to two years it takes a full-time worker to accomplish.
As I walked out of the Senior Center where I volunteered, there he stood. Dark hair freshly cut, a bouquet of flowers, dressed in nice khaki slacks, leather loafers and a blue silk dress shirt that made his eyes pop with color. And if I wasn't mistaken, there was a bit of mischievousness to them.
"Hello gorgeous, how were your listeners?" I knew he was referring to the seniors I read to; they were always appreciative. However, for the old men, the fact that I always dressed up in my Sunday best might make them a bit more pleasant. Today I was wearing a soft pink dress that curved my body and flowed gracefully. Sophia, Mason's mom, had made it for me in practice for my bridesmaid dresses she wanted to make. It turns out, she's a great sewer.
After I kissed him, I took the bouquet of flowers and sniffed them, and then I gave him a wink. "The seniors were great as always. So are these for me or are we taking them to your mom's?"