Where Would I Be Without You (18 page)

"Again, you are a
man, and you suck at communication."  We both laughed.

Then he continued on.  "I guess what
I am trying to say is I won't be as distant as I seemed.  Next time, I will not let you go away mad.  I will do my best to make you smile."  He waggled his eyebrows and I knew what that meant.  Which to me, it meant a lot.  Not that he wanted to please me in a physical sense, but also in a mental sense.

He looked at me with eyes that were begging for forgiveness. 
"Don't worry.  I'll let you practice on your forgiving.  It might take a lot of practice."  Just as I teased, Marion walked through the curtain.

"There is an awful lot of giggling going on behind this curtain.  Hey, I talked with the doctor.  You've got a minor concussion.  I talked with the
Crawly receptionist and got the short version of which I am sure Mason filled you in on a bit."  She winked at him and he smiled back, while squeezing my hand.  She continued on.  "So, you are one lucky little girl.  Wally found out that the car you hit was actually a rental replacement from the dealership, because the president's Range Rover had some engine noise this morning.  You hit the dealership car, which will probably be covered by their insurance.  In any case, your rates might go up.  That said, you two look cozy.  Did you kiss and make up?"

Mason spoke up first.  "Not fully but I will be her doctor for the next few days until she is better."

Marion chimed in with some good news.  " As soon as the doctor can get in here to look you over and sign your release, one of us needs to drive you home for bed rest."

"That
would be me."  Mason chuckled as he nudged Marion.

Then Marion had some even better news. 
"Look.  I think everything at work will be fine.  Turns out the city auditor can't make it in for two more weeks.  So that will give you time.  Take a few days off."

"That is all I
felt like I have been doing."  I frowned at my own behavior.

Mason
answered so quickly that my heart did a pitter-patter.  "Everybody has a little off time at work.  This is your time.  Things will get back on track, and I will help anyway I can."

"Me too."  Marion chimed in.  "And don't worry about pleasing everyone else.  Take care of yourself first."

Then Mason burst out with an admittance I think he wanted to state all along and now felt like a good time.  "I wasn't going to give up that easy, you know.  I had plans to get you back.  I just wanted you to cool down a bit.  The apartment residences talk way too much and I got the brunt end of conversations."  Then he reached up and kissed me on the lips but puckering my lips caused a little pain in my head, and I moaned.

"Sorry."  Mason quickly apologized with sincerity.

"I guess there are other places you could kiss to make me feel better."  I teased.

"And that is a sign that I need to go.  Listen you
two; enjoy your doctor-patient thing.  Spoil her Mason.  She deserves it.  I'm going to run.  Mums the word with the family I suppose?"  Marion winked.

"Yes.  Please.  Let's keep this quiet if we can.  I don't think I can deal with my mom on this one."

Marion patted my foot under the hospital issued blanket and smiled.  "Mums the word.  Call me if you need me."  Then she was gone.

Mason and I sat there quietly for a second as I felt him squeeze my hand then he finally spoke up.  "
It's not a big deal you know.  You dating a guy who lied about being married.  I guess what I am trying to say, is we have all done some stupid things.  I guess that is why my dad thinks I can't pick a good woman, but this time I think I did."

"If you are referring to me, then I guess you might be in for a surprise now and then.  It just seems to happen to me that way.  Luck is not always in my favor. 
However, I guess when it comes to meeting you, I would have to say it is, because if you are willing to overlook my, uhm, flaws, then I can try to 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?"  I was referring to the flowers as he always brought his mom something on Sundays, usually wine or flowers, but often he would surprise everyone with a really sentimental gift like an old picture of them framed or all the family recipes put into digital files.  I really liked having a romantic boyfriend.  Even if it was his youngest sister helping in making him look like the perfect son.

He opened the
passenger-side door to his black BMW and winked.  "I have a little something in store for you."

I climbed
into his car and reached for my seatbelt to buckle up, just as he closed the door, he practically danced around the front of the car to the driver side.  As soon as he got in, I gave him the one eye raised eyebrow look.  "What is it?"  I teased.

"You'll see.  By the way, Carl took me to the car repair
shop, so I could pick up your car for repair.  I don't know why you insisted on buying another used-car lot special.  Any ways, it's at the apartment parking space."

"Thanks.  I guess I figured why wreck a new car, when a used car is cheaper."  I teased with referral to my car wreck not so long ago.

"I see.  Well, when we are married, I am going to buy you a new car."  He stated it so affirmatively, and then he added.  "If you'll let me, dear."  He was learning quickly.

"I suppose."  I laughed, but deep
down, I could see a few advantages to marrying a man who was financially on the upside.  So did my mother, she was thrilled about it.  Come to think of it, ever since we announced our engagement, my mother hadn't said one bad thing.  I guess I could scratch pleasing my mother off my thirty-year-old plan, in fact, after meeting Mason, there were a lot of things I could scratch off and that pleased me tremendously.

Just as we pulled up in front of an elegant old
Victorian house that was nestled among other old homes turned into businesses, I noticed the sign.  Bernstein Private Jeweler.  When Mason had asked me to marry him, it had been after one of his famous planned dates.  He had given me his great grandma's antique ring as a symbol, but asked if we could go shopping for a ring when I had time, which seemed fewer and fewer as I was rushing with every spare minute to get this management course done, so I could marry him.  Me and my personal promises to myself - ugh, but I was sticking this one out to prove not only to myself, but everyone else.

When I turned to look at Mason, he had that kid in the candy store look.  "I can't wait for you to pick out the biggest diamond so
that the whole world can see how much I love you."

I unclipped my seat belt and leaned over to gather his face in my hands.  I gave him a quick kiss and pulled back, still holding his face.  "It's not the diamond size that matters, but the thought."

He laughed.  "That's what you women tell us when you are telling your girlfriends that size matters."  We both started to laugh, because there was a bit of truth to that, however, in that department, Mason had no worries, no worries at all.

We walked up the sidewalk
together with a hitch in both our steps.  His grandma's ring was lovely, but I knew this meant a lot to him as he had been bugging me to do this.  Now that we were here, I think I was excited to have a ring that he buys me on my finger.  A little materialistic part of me could not wait to shove it into the faces of the females at work that kept stating that they thought Mason came from a rich family.

Three hours later and about a hundred different rings tried on, we came away with purchasing a beautiful
two-caret diamond ring with a gold band.  I think Mr. Bernstein was happy to have me finally make my choice as he had several customers in the store and only two other helpers that day.

As soon as we walked into his mom's kitchen, I walked with my hand forward and an 'oh my would you look at that' look on my face.  The four women swooned around my hand as Mason said something about catching the game on TV with the other husbands.  It had a sweet ring to it, all the way around.

By the time we left his mother's house around three, the late-summer storm clouds blew in fast and furious.  Running to get into his car in pouring rain, in a soft pink dress that became see-though when it was wet, had Mason smiling.  Such a man he is.

Then I saw him start up his car and reach for his
cell phone.  Before he backed out of his parent's driveway, he had canceled the carriage ride on account of the weather.  Then he turned to me.  "You ok if we postpone this date, seeing as the weather for our outdoor date has put a damper on things?"

"Sure.  Besides, I am so full from your mom's cooking that I don't think I want to eat anytime soon."

As he back out of the driveway, he tossed me one of his sultry looks that warmed me with shivers.  "Besides, with that dress see through now, I have other ideas."

We both started to
giggle; because that was one thing, he always came through on.

After
our lovemaking, we found ourselves sitting on my apartment window bench seat at the early hours of six p.m.  The storm had only intensified and we both loved to sit and watch the storm in the sky the best we could from the window seat.  Sitting in nothing under our bathroom robes, me nestled in his arms, sitting between his legs, I sighed heavily.

He whispered against my ear.  "What's up?"

"Oh nothing really.  I was just thinking how when we get our first home, I would love to have a window like this, so we could sit like this, and watch the storms over the mountains."