Текст книги "That Wedding"

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"So.......Dannyyyyy Diammmonnndddd!!! Are you ready for some football, a Monday night partyyyyy???" I exaggeratedly sing the Monday Night Football anthem.

"We'll see," he tells me. "We'll see."

We're driving to Kansas City for the game and listening to sports radio. There's a lot of speculation that Mark Conway's football career is over, due to concussions, and that he's going to retire soon.

If it's true, I'll be happy for Danny, but I feel bad too. I wouldn't want Danny to go out that way, having a concussion end his career. I want him to go out in a blaze of glory. He needs confetti raining down on him, fans cheering him, raising the Super Bowl trophy over his head for the third time when he announces his retirement.

Danny calls me. He must really be nervous. "Hey, what's up?"

"Do you remember that day after prom, how we talked in the hammock?" he asks.

"Of course, that was the day you told me if we dated it would ruin our friendship."

"Do you remember what you told me?"

"Not really." I don't remember exactly what all I said that day.

"You told me that I have greatness in me. That I was doing what I always wanted and what I was meant to do."

"Oh yeah, the football talk. I remember that. I thought you were talking about what you said about us. You know, when you broke my heart."

Danny laughs. "We both know I did not break your heart."

"I still say you did. Ahhh, the one that got away." I giggle and wink at Phillip. He rolls his eyes at me.

"Jay. Back to football."

"Oh, sorry."

"Do you remember after we lost the Texas game? I had those two interceptions, and the press, who the week before thought I was the second coming of Christ himself, threw me under the bus and decided I was overrated?"

"Yeah, I remember. It sucked."

"You told me that it didn't look like I was having fun out there. That when I stopped having fun, the whole team did too. I remember yelling at you, NO SHIT! Because how could I have had fun when I was either getting sacked or running for my life? But when I watched the game film, I realized you were right. When I started falling apart, the team came with me. You told me I was like the captain of a sinking ship. That if I let the water get to me, it would get to my crew too. That I needed to be the leader. Tell them it didn't matter, that the water was good for the boat, and we were gonna make it to land. You told me I had to lead my offense, be the calm in the storm. That if I wasn't confident, they wouldn't be either."

"Wow! I was really supportive, and apparently, I'm quite brilliant at motivational sports analogies. I should totally be on ESPN."

Phillip chuckles in the seat next to me.

Danny laughs too. "Don't get too puffed up. You also used to say, Fuck it. It's just a game. Tell Phillip he gets points for making me go in the backyard and toss around the football."

"I'll tell him, but only if I get bonus points for taking you to the bar."

"I'm not sure that was the smartest thing."

"So why are you calling? You need a little pre-game pep talk?"

"Maybe."

"Hhmmmm, okay. I still believe what I said back then. You were born for this, and you're exactly where you belong. You can perform under pressure like no one else can."

Phillip bursts out laughing, but that's because his mind's in the gutter.

Danny says, "I like it so far," but then he bursts out laughing too and is like, "although that last part sounded a bit sexual. Has Lori been telling you how amazing I am in bed?"

"Uh, no," I say, but then I laugh again. "Well, maybe I've heard a little, but you know what I mean. I'm talking defensive pressure, which I don't think you'll have much of tonight because you have an offensive line most quarterbacks would give their left nut for."

"True."

"So Daniel-son," I tease.

"Oh boy, movie references. You aren't gonna start telling me wax on, wax off, are you?"

"No, I have a better one. Remember the old movie, Iron Eagle? Where that kid flies a fighter plane to go rescue his dad?"

"Yeahhh."

"Your offensive line is like his plane. They're going to protect you. You're the iron eagle that can't be brought down, can't be stopped. You'll hold your ground. You'll scramble. You will not take a sack."

"That's pretty good. I like it."

"Good, cuz after you win tonight, and the reporters are all like, Oh, Dannnnyyyy, you're so ahh–maaazzinggg, I expect you to say, I owe it all to Jay."

Danny chuckles. "That's why I love you. See ya after the game."

We're at the stadium. I was so excited that I packed a ton of tailgating food and lots to drink. The Diamonds came too, but didn't bring the RV, and they're kicking themselves because Lori has to pee a lot. Mrs. Diamond says pregnant women always have to pee. She was gushing on about how Lori's glowing. And she is. Lori is beautiful, but her strawberry blonde hair looks thicker, her cheeks look slightly flushed, and although she's still her normal skinny self, she looks just a little fuller. Sexier. She looks amazing.

We drank beer in front of her, but I felt funny doing shots. I didn't want her to feel left out. So not bringing the RV turned out to be a blessing in disguise. While she waited in line to use the porta potties, I got out the Jaegermeister. Which was a good thing because I'm probably more nervous about Danny starting than Danny is.

We got to our seats early, so we wouldn't miss a thing. I'm expecting our conversation to be about the game. But the topic is not that Danny's starting, the fun tailgating, the 9/11 memorial silence, the blimp, the roar of the crowd, the gorgeous weather, or the stealth bomber flyover. The topic Lori wants to discuss is my wedding.

She questions me. "So how do you want your wedding to be?"

"I just want it to be nice. Pretty flowers, a pretty dress, a fun party. I love parties."

She rolls her eyes at me. "Yes, we all know you love partying, Jade. But this is your wedding, it's not supposed to be some drunkfest. Although, how about a New Year's Eve wedding? Confetti, hats, noise makers, and I won't be a moose yet."

"I like the idea, but that's way too soon! We're going to have a long engagement."

"So have you set a date?"

"No. You were at our party. We've been engaged for two days. Why does everyone keep asking me that? It makes my head hurt!"

Phillip leans over and whispers in my ear. "Or maybe it's the Jaeger." He pats my back and says, "I think we're gonna need a few more beers here."

He runs to get beer while Lori continues talking. "I'm not trying to pressure you, but we're thinking about taking a babymoon. I was trying to figure out when would be a good time to go...."

What the fuck is a babymoon? I was gonna interrupt her and ask, but she kept talking.

".....and I know you haven't asked me yet, but I assume I'll be your maid of honor."

"Matron of honor," I remind her. "You're married."

"Oh gosh. Matron? Really? That makes me sound so old. There needs to be a different name for that. We need to come up with something. Like you could really hurt people's feelings with those labels. I'm married, yes. But I'm not matronly, and I don't wanna be a matron. And what about the poor woman that's thirty-five and never been married? Are you gonna call her a maid of honor? You might as well call her an old maid because I'm sure that's how it'd make her feel. We seriously need to rethink this."

I wonder if I'm going to get a word in edgewise. Or get to watch the game.

"And here I was stupidly thinking my wedding day was supposed to be about me and Phillip's undying love."

"Oh hush," she says, "don't be such a whiner."

I stand up and cheer loudly. Danny just made a great pass, and they've moved the ball down to the red zone. "I promise to okay my date with you before we make it official. Now what the fuck is a babymoon?"

"It's a vacation that you and your husband go on before the baby's born. It's time to relax and connect while it's still just the two of you."

"That sounds like a vacation."

"Yes, Jade, it is a vacation," she says with a sigh. "They just call it a babymoon because of the timing. I mean, a honeymoon is just a vacation too."

"Yeah, I suppose. Can we please watch the game now?"

The game was so exciting. It was a purely offensive battle. Danny played really well and threw for over three hundred yards. It was back and forth scoring. You could tell it was going to come down to who had the ball last. Unfortunately, it was the other team. They lost by a field goal with only three seconds on the clock. Bummer.

We were supposed to stay at Danny and Lori's, but they're remodeling their house, and it sounds like it's a disaster right now. Mr. and Mrs. Diamond stayed there since one of the guest rooms is done. We didn't want to stress Lori anymore or have to sleep on the couch, so we got a hotel.

Phillip pulls me down on the bed. "Do we need to start talking about wedding stuff? My mom seems to think we do, and I heard Lori asking you about it."

"Eventually, we do. I guess it depends on when we wanna get married."

"I'd marry you right now if I could," he says while running his hands through my hair.

"Awwww, Phillip." I give him a big smooch. "I know everyone thinks we need to start, but I think we need to take our time. Enjoy this. Lori told me tonight that she's going to be my special bridesmaid and when I could and couldn't have the wedding."

Phillip laughs and says quietly, "Control freak."

I laugh too, and then I say, "I'm still seriously in shock that we're even engaged! It sorta feels like a dream. If it weren't for this ring on my finger, I don't know if I'd even believe it happened."

Phillip gets a naughty look on his face. "A dream, huh?" He quickly pins me down on the bed. "Oh Princess, you're definitely awake. Maybe I need to remind you of that."

He reminds me by recklessly kissing me and pulling off my shirt.

Later, we're laying here, exhausted and grinning at each other.

"Still feel like a dream?" he asks.

He's slowly running his fingertips up and down my leg which makes me kinda feel like I'm in a dream. "Yeah," I say, "a hot sexy one."

"Okay, so I saw you were flipping through the bridal magazines Mom gave you. Did you see anything you liked?"

"Phillip, the game was on. Do you really think I was looking at them? I was just flipping to make her happy."

"I heard Ash say we need a wedding theme. What does she mean? Like the frat parties we used to have? Like a boats and hoes wedding?"

"Not funny, but, yeah, I guess. Really, I have no idea what she means. I'm pretty sure all the weddings we've been to have just had a color scheme not a theme."

"Your favorite colors are turquoise, orange, and purple. Those going to be our colors?"

"They sound awful together. Turquoise might be pretty though. What color would you want?"

He kisses the top of my forehead. "Doesn't matter. This wedding is all about you."

"No, it's not! Hey, don't think you're gonna get out of helping me plan by saying that. This wedding, if we even have one," I tease, "is going to be all about us."

"I like us."

"You wanna talk about colors and wedding themes all night?"

"No, I think I can come up with something a little more fun than that," he says. He rolls on top of me, kisses me, and makes me forget about weddings again.

I'm back at work. Thankfully, my boss is a huge Danny Diamond fan and let me take off a few days to go see his first game. Okay, so I had to bribe him with an autographed football, but whatever works.

So far, the day has been a disaster. It's bad enough trying to get caught up, but now I'm frantic because the blueprints I sent with a courier first thing this morning have still not arrived at their destination. I've wasted so much time trying to track them down.

My phone rings, and I stupidly don't look at the caller id before I say "Jadyn Reynolds" because I assume it's the messenger service.

I hear Mrs. Mac's voice. "JJ, we really need to have a wedding planning meeting. Do you realize all that has to be done? Even if you don't want to get married for a year or more, we've gotta get started. I'm assuming, by now, you've had a chance to go through the bridal magazines and mark the things you like?"

"Uh, not really yet. We went to Danny's game, and I'm at the end of a project at work. It's like crunch time, and you know Phillip has been super busy at work too. In fact, we're both working late tonight."

She doesn't get the answer she wants to hear, so she snarls, "Fine. You have homework. I want you to go through the books I gave you and flag everything you like. And tell my son that he needs to go through them with you. Bring them to the house Saturday morning."

I say gently, "Um, that probably won't work because we're going to a Husker party."

She huffs at me and sounds a little pissed. "Fine. Be here early for dinner on Sunday. Let's say three o'clock. And tell Phillip to jot down ideas as well........never mind, I'll tell him. Oh, I'm also supposed to remind you that Pastor John wants you to call him right away. Something about couple's counseling."

I get off the phone and am like, HOMEWORK and COUPLE'S COUNSELING?

Seriously?

Planning a wedding sounds like no fun.

I had to work late again tonight, but when I get home, Phillip is waiting with Chinese takeout and a bottle of wine.

It even has a cork and everything.

He greets me with a kiss and opens the wine. "So I talked to Lori about wedding planning stuff the other day. She told me about a show called My Fair Wedding. She says it's all about themed weddings, and that the wedding planner, David Tutera, is amazing. That he can take the tackiest themes ever and turn them into something beautiful. I recorded a few, so we can watch them tonight while we eat."

"Watching TV sounds perfect. I'm tired, stressed, and starved. I didn't even get time for lunch today!"

We spread our feast across the coffee table, sit on the floor, eat, and watch a couple shows.

And, wow! Lori was right. He can take the tackiest theme and make it amazing.

Maybe I need a wedding planner.

Phillip flicks off the TV, and we talk about possible themes for our wedding. Most of the couples had a reason for their theme. We talked about the swings, football, princesses, and Barbie. None of them seemed right.

But pretty soon, the food is mostly gone, the wine is completely gone, and wedding themes seem to be the last thing on Phillip's mind.

He leads me into the bedroom, throws me on the bed, and pounces on me. I have a fleeting thought that maybe our theme should be sex because that seems to be all that's on that boy's mind lately.

I'm happily sprawled across Phillip's body when I joke, "I think our wedding theme may have to be sex."

"A XXX wedding?" Phillip asks.

We get silly talking about ideas for our XXX themed wedding.

David Tutera would be hyperventilating!

"I know," I giggle, "we could use furry handcuffs for napkins rings."

"We could have personalized condoms as our favors!"

"Oh....listen to this!! We could use those big dildos that stand up on their own, and we could like cut the tips." Phillip winces when I say that. "And we could use them to hold the table numbers at the reception!"

Phillip tickles me. I giggle and tickle him back.

"I'll use a vibrator as the base of my bouquet! It could vibrate through the whole ceremony. Can you just picture that? Everyone's all serious, and it's just sitting there shaking?"

"You're silly," he says. Then he attacks my chest with kisses. "I have a better idea. We could do a Phillip and Jadyn Make a Porno video."

"We could show it at the reception!" I scream.

"Maybe we should practice a few moves right now," Phillip says sexily.

And uh, yeah. We do.

Practice, I mean.

Sorry, no videos.

After round two, I give Phillip my pouty face.

"What's the face for?" he asks. "We just had amazing, mind-blowing sex. Again. Hell, I even impressed myself."

I roll my eyes at him. "I don't know about mind-blowing." I laugh, but he totally knows I'm lying. It's really hard to lie to someone who can read your mind. And it was oh-my-gosh-scream-it-from-the-rooftops incredible. But I don't tell him that. I don't want him to think he's like all that. He needs to keep working toward a goal or something. "Plus, I think you're just using me for sex." I try to look sad.

He laughs a huge hearty laugh. "Yeah, I am."

I couldn't help but grin with him.

"But I'm just trying to catch up."

"Catch up?"

"Yeah, so the sex and the friendship are even."

"We've been best friends for a really long time."

"Yes, I know. I really do have my work cut out for me," he jokes. "I just feel balance is important in our relationship." Then he says, "Speaking of that, Sunday night when you were sitting on the kitchen island at my parents' house, I had this flashback. Do you remember the night you were all upset about your date with that Mark guy you had a crush on? He tried to attack you before dinner, so you got pissed and made him bring you home. You came over all upset about both him and the fact that you'd dumped Dillon because of him. Do you remember that?"

"Yeah, you were just getting home from Danny's, and if I recall, you weren't much help because you were tipsy and thought the whole thing was hilarious and my own fault."

"Well that, and all I could think about was how hot you looked, how I really didn't blame Mark for wanting you, and how I really just wanted to do you right there on the kitchen island. I even had dreams about it. Do you remember what you wore? Lisa must have dressed you. You had on a short plaid skirt, little white blouse, a navy cardigan. You kinda looked like a naughty school girl."

"Phillip?! YOUR MOTHER'S ISLAND? AND you used to have naughty dreams about me?"

"Oh, yeah. Lots of them. Good ones."

"Like what?"

"I don't know. They would start off with us doing stuff we'd normally do. I never really remembered those parts, but you'd end up attacking me. Like one time, we were sitting on the hood of my car looking at the stars. All of a sudden, you straddled me and attacked me. It was a good dream."

Last night, I laughed and smiled about Phillip's dreams, but now that I'm at work, trying to focus on pulling some figures together for a budget meeting I'm about to go into, my mind is still thinking about it.

Because it's sorta bugging me.

I mean, shouldn't he have attacked me in his dreams? Shouldn't that have been his dream?

I'm about to have a little freak out in my mind when my cell vibrates.

Apparently, Phillip has shared our wedding theme with Danny because I receive a random text.

Danny :)  Grooms cake = strippers jumping out!

Oh, wow. That's funny!

Me:  Groomsmen dress like Chippendales. Meaning a tuxedo with no shirt for you!

Danny :)  Gonna have to work on the abs some more.

Me:  Yeah right, what are we up to now, an eight pack?

Danny :)  Gotta keep the core strong, baby ;)

Me:  Gotta meeting, gotta go.

I go to my project meeting. During the meeting, I keep getting texts from Danny. Nobody notices this except the guy who's sitting next to me and is kinda a creeper. He always makes slightly sexual comments to me. He's never crossed the line really. He just kinda creeps me out. I can tell he's reading my texts because he just almost burst out with a laugh. He tried to hold it in, which caused him to snort coffee up his nose and have a mini choking fit.

10:08

Danny :)  Bridesmaids = sexy school girls.

11:22

Danny :)  Bridesmaids all dressed in different sexy outfits.

11:23

Danny :)  One a sexy school girl, one a French maid.

11:47

Danny :)  Reception = All couples swinging, provide masks for anonymity.

11:49

Danny :)  Whips and chains for party favors?

It's very difficult for me to concentrate during the meeting, and every time I see my phone light up, I sneak a peek and want to die laughing. Finally, we break for lunch, and although Danny's texts have been entertaining, my mind is still on Phillip's dreams.

I go out to my car and call Lori.

I need to talk about this and probably shouldn't do it at my desk, where everyone can hear about my sex life.

Especially the creeper.

As we were walking out of the meeting, he said, "Sounds like you have some fun when you're not at work, and hmmm, I thought your fiancee's name was Phillip. You're a naughty girl, aren't you?"

And I tried hard not to gag in front of him.

Lori answers, and I'm like, "Phillip told me he used to have naughty dreams about me." I didn't even say hello.

But she goes with it. "And that surprises you?"

"Well yeah, actually, it did, or I wouldn't be calling you about it."

"Oh, Jade. What am I going to do with you? You're so oblivious."

"Hey, don't judge! I need help and advice, and I called you, but never mind."

"Oh!! You called ME to ask for ADVICE?! You never do that! You always call Danny."

"I know, so help me!!"

She makes a little noise that lets me know she's quite proud of this. "Oh well, continue."

"Okay, so in Phillip's dreams, I attacked him. So does that mean his subconscious thought I was hot for him and wanted to attack him, or does it mean his subconscious was hot for me and wished I would attack him, so in the dreams I did? Like if he was hot for me, why didn't he attack me in the dreams?"

"Does it really matter? He wanted you. He's always wanted you, and now you have him."

"It kinda matters to me."

Lori sighs. "Jade, for a girl that barely gives anything she says or does a second thought, oh my gosh, you way over process everything in your mind when it comes to Phillip. Why don't you put that brain to better use and start planning your wedding?"

"One, I like the boy. And two, I am working on the wedding."

"Really?!"

"Well, sorta. We watched that show you told us about, but we also drank a whole bottle of wine, and then Phillip kinda attacked me. Lori, he's so freaking sexy. And the sex, oh my gosh, the sex is so...."

"Jade, I thought you wanted my advice." She is not impressed.

"I do."

"But you're not gonna take it, right?"

"Well, I'm not going to forget about this, if that's what you mean. I can't!"

"Why does it matter?"

"I'm trying to determine why I attacked him in the dreams because I have a wild idea."

"Wow, now I'm really impressed you're asking ME for advice. Aren't wild ideas like Danny's specialty?"

"Yes, they are, but I called you because I'm thinking about making those dreams come true."

This sinks in, and she says, "Oh my! As in act them out? Oh, Jade, he'll like that!"

"Well, I hope so, but if I don't understand the dream, it won't be right."

"Hmmmm, hang on. I'm gonna get Danny and put you on speaker. I actually might be in over my head on this one. We need a boy's opinion."

I knew I should've just called him in the first place, but I'm happy I called Lori first because she seems so happy about it.

I hear Danny's deep voice go, "What's up, girls?"

And I'm like, "So last night, Phillip told me that he used to have naughty dreams about me."

Danny says, "So? Big deal. We both did."

"You did!!??" I say.

"Well, a couple, sure. I mean we were together all the time."

"Danny! Did you dream about me or lots of girls?"

"Well, duh, lots of girls."

"Crap. Now I'm depressed. Phillip probably did too."

Lori chimes in and explains to Danny, "Phillip told her he used to have naughty dreams about her, and I think for some reason, that reason being she's oblivious, she was surprised by this."

Danny says, "Jaybaby, pretty much all Phillip's dreams were about you."

"He told you about them?" Lori and I say at the same time.

"Well yeah, some of them. We've always talked about everything. You know that."

"Dang, I thought you guys told me everything too. Now, I'm sad."

"Don't be. In high school, our dreams were certainly more exciting than what we were actually doing."

"Danny, you did plenty of doing in high school."

"Not really. Think about high school sex. It was do it quick, don't get caught, pray her parents don't come home early, pray she doesn't get pregnant. Not exactly dream worthy."

"I think Jade was considering trying to fulfill some of Phillip's dreams," Lori says.

"Like his fantasies? Wow, lucky guy. He'll definitely like that."

"Well, I was thinking about it, but now that I know he had them about other girls, I don't know if I want to."

Danny says, "Jay, come on, like all his dreams were about you."

"He told you that?"

"Kinda, yeah."

"So what you're saying is that you really don't know?"

"No, they were mostly about you. I know that because when they weren't, and they were about like a Victoria's Secret model, he would tell me. And most of the time, he wouldn't tell me who the girl was. I would ask, and he would always say, It doesn't matter. It all makes sense now. It had to be you. So you wanna make his dreams come true, huh?"

"Yeah, but which one? If you talked about it, do you remember, did he have like a favorite?"

"Yes, actually, he did. It involved you and me getting it on in that little tent we used to camp in."

"So it was a threesome?" I ask.

Lori says, "I can't imagine Phillip dreaming that."

"OH. MY. GOSH!" I say. "Is Phillip bisexual!!??"

Danny chuckles. "Oh, wait. Maybe that was my dream."

Lori hmmphs.

I'm like, "Danny!!"

And he goes, "Ha. Ha. I'm just kidding. And jeeze, Lori, I was fourteen. Okay, so back on track here. I remember one he used to have a lot. We were at the ball field, and someone attacked him on the hood of his car. Of course, that was you. Remember how the three of us used to do that? Sit there drinking my special Gatorade/vodka mixes and eating sunflower seeds? But there was also a spin the bottle one that I never really understood."

Lori is like, "I know that one! Jade, remember when I told you it was time to play spin the bottle again?"

"Yeah." I can't help but smile about that.

"Did that happen?" Danny asks.

"Kinda. Remember when Mary Beth had a crush on him, and he was in the closet with her for seven minutes of what were probably pure hell at Lisa's fourteenth birthday party?"

"I did hear about that part. He told me he wouldn't kiss her because she was gross and mean to you."

"Awww, really??? That's sooo sweeettt. Phillip's so sweet."

"The story, Jay?"

"Oh, yeah. So later that night, we played spin the bottle, and the bottle landed like right between me and Mary Beth. He pointed the bottle toward me, and then he kissed me. He was just trying to piss MB off. That was the last time I really kissed him until after your engagement."

"Makes sense now. So Jay, did you have any dreams like that, and how many were about me?"

"I didn't have any dreams about you like that, but I do vividly remember one I had when I was dating Jake. We were all playing football. I was mad at Phillip because he was being a jerk about something, so I accidentally on purpose tripped him, and we both fell down."

"The flag bikini day?" Danny asks.

"Yeah, that's it. I was mad because he told me he didn't like my swimsuit. Remember how he was so pissed and was sitting on top of me?"

"Yeah."

"Well, that happened in my dream. He leaned down to yell at me, and instead, he started kissing me and, um, doing a lot of other stuff too. You sorta disappeared."

"I think I did disappear that day. It looked like he was gonna do you right there in the grass. I think I told you to get a room."

"The dream really upset me, back then."

"Why?" both Danny and Lori ask.

"Cuz Phillip was like my brother. It was like, I don't know, practically incestuous."

"Jay."

"Well, he was, and the problem was I liked it and kept wishing I'd have the dream again. I felt very conflicted."

Lori says, "Oh my gosh, you two were so dumb."

Danny intercedes. "Okay, so here's what I think. You should take him to the ball field. Wear a ball cap and those cute little braids like you used to, but sexify it. Wear something hot, like a teeny little baseball shirt with major cleavage. Well, as much as you have anyway, and some short shorts with tall socks and high heels. Get him on the hood, and then like straddle him, tease him a little, and then...."

"Danny!" Lori says, "I think we all get the idea."

"Oh, dang. Sorry."

"Danny, if I do this, will he think it's weird?"

"Dude, if he thinks it's weird, you have my permission to dump him."

After work, I start planning. Phillip planned all that stuff for our engagement, and I think this will be my little engagement gift to him.

A series of naughty events.

A little trip down memory lane of my own.

I wish wedding planning was this fun.

We can't do it all in one night, so I think it'll be a weeklong event.

I'm going to have fun with this. Okay, let's brainstorm. We'll do the baseball field. Maybe the swings at the elementary school. Camping in a little tent. His mother's kitchen island. And maybe it would be fun to have a prom night redo. The same room, the hot tub. Hmmm.

My phone chimes. There's an email offering me last minute deals on airfare. I click through it and see Cancun on the list.

OMG!! That's it.

It's like fate!

I call Phillip and tell him he's mine every night next week and not to make any weekend plans.

He's like, "Why?"

And I'm like, "Maybe I have a few surprises of my own."

My phone vibrates with another text from Danny.

Danny :)  Done with practice. Guys LOVE your idea and think a hot nurse bridesmaid is in order.

I book flights to Cancun and make reservations at the resort where we stayed for Danny and Lori's wedding. The lowest point in my relationship with Phillip. Time to make some happy memories there. Oh, I hope he likes this!!!

Vibrate.

Danny :)  And a dirty cop. They also think if all women would plan XXX weddings, guys would be much more excited about the planning process. You might be on to something.

I ignore Danny's text because I need to finish planning. I grab my purse and head out to my car. I'm gonna run to the sporting goods store and find a little baseball shirt, and then I'm gonna hit Victoria's Secret for one of those bombshell bras. I think that should give me the look Danny had in mind.

I'm running late to meet Phillip. We're going out for a nice dinner, and then we're meeting some friends at the bar.

Danny calls me. "What are you doing? Why aren't you replying to my brilliant texts?"

"Your XXX wedding ideas are brilliant, and I appreciate your help. And I didn't reply because I've been busy trying to plan naughty dream week. Phillip's gonna love it. I mean, I think he will. I hope so anyway. I'm taking him to Cancun next weekend! We're gonna have a Cancun redo! And right now, I'm rushing to meet Phillip for dinner."