“They’ll be getting back from the honeymoon on Friday so be sure to keep this weekend open in case she wants to catch up with us. Make sure to bring your cheerful face because she’ll definitely bombard us with pictures.” The fact Laura said this with such a serious face made me sorry I was so easy to lure to Starbucks. Closing my eyes I tried to savor my frappucino and avoid the look leveled at me. After a while I tried taking a peek at Laura. Yup. She was still looking at me. Damn.
“I know how to be polite. I’m not going to say anything to ruin her newlywed glow.”
A few weeks earlier our good friend Gloria had tied the knot and she had done so in style. Rented out a lovely country manor. Church pews were set up in an orchard on the property, cloth streamers tied in the trees. Wildflower bouquets were tied to the pews lining the aisle she practically skipped down in her lace tea length dress as it floated around her. Later there were drinks, food, dancing, laughter, and…questions.
My favorite kind of questions.
“You and Aiden have been together longer than Gloria and Adam, right?”
“So when are you and Aiden getting married?”
“I guess you and Aiden are next, right?”
It’s not that we’re not planning on getting married, we are. We just haven’t gotten that far yet. Not for lack of hints though. Every time a friend gets hitched it gets harder to look on and tell myself to be happy for them. I am happy, honestly, but there’s more than a bit of jealousy that another person is finalizing their relationship while I…wait. It feels ridiculous though and each time I remind myself that it’s not a race. It’ll happen when it’s the right time for us. This barely keeps me from socking people right on the nose when they look all snooty asking when we’re finally going to get around to the altar.
“Lydia? Earth to Lydia? Are you even listening to me? I swear you are such a daydreamer.”
“I’m listening. Be nice, don’t turn into a green eyed monster, blah blah blah. I’ve got to get to work. Is there anything else you want to tell me?”
Laura’s giving me another look. Tough luck. I’ve got work in half an hour and I’ll be lucky if I get there on time as is. Only the promise of sweet sweet caffeine on her dime got me there in the first place. “See you this weekend, okay? I’ll be pulling a long shift tonight so I’ll talk to you later.”
“You know Aiden loves you, right? He just insists on everything being perfect. Well, perfect for you. We both know you’re a weird one. What would work for normal girls just goes south with you. He’ll ask you when he’s got the perfectly weird but right for Lydia proposal set up.”
That makes me laugh and I give her a hug before I go out to my car. She does have a point. The boy has my number. From hiding my birthday present inside of a pumpkin I was carving for a jack-o-lantern (he’d somehow hollowed out from the bottom then superglued it back together so I wouldn’t notice), to surprising me with a new laptop claiming it was a set of cleaning supplies for the bathroom. He had skills.
If I was him, how would I go about a proposal? At about the eighth scenario I realize what his problem might be. I knew he wanted to propose. I was looking for it. How the hell could he surprise me if I knew it was coming? Well, crap. Maybe I need to talk to him about this when I get home.
Later that night I get home to find Aiden sitting in my spot on the couch, rather than in his recliner. Suspicious but I’m more focused on how to bring up that I’ll try to stop obsessing about proposals. He looks up and says “I dropped the remote somewhere behind the couch, can you help me find it?”
Frankly, this is rather upsetting. I’m not getting up and walking to the TV every time I want to switch between it, our Wii, the Xbox, and the media center! I start climbing around the couch looking for the remote. He turns on the flashlight app on his phone to help light up the dark corners. After a bit of unsuccessful searching I look at him, asking “You’re not just trying to ogle my butt here, are you? If that’s what you wanted you could have just asked.”
Shaking his head he points to the side of the couch, “I think I see something over there.”
Peeking over the armrest I find a small white box I’ve never seen before. An odd thing to think, but I know all the boxes in the apartment. I unpacked each and every one of them when we moved in and we still have each and every one of them because Aiden has this weird thing about not throwing away a box he might need later. “I don’t know this box.”
“Pick it up and open it.”
Frowning at him, I sit next to him and open the box to see a blue ring box inside. This should have been the moment where it all clicked in my head but it didn’t. What can I say, after a 9 hour shift I’m just not that sharp. Opening the ring box, I marvel at the beautiful sparkle lit up like a tiny sun by the light from his phone. It still doesn’t click what’s going on. It isn’t until he says those words “Will you marry me?” that it finally sinks in and, Niagara Falls. Never thought I’d be weepy, but yup. Niagara Falls.
“It’s beautiful!” It really is. Delicate eternity symbols on the sides hold a pink heart shaped diamond wearing a crown. I vaguely hear him explaining the symbolism, something about it meaning eternal love and devotion. The thoughtfulness behind it floors me and I feel even more tears leaking down my cheeks.
There’s still one important question I have to have answered before I can say yes. “The remote isn’t really lost, is it?”