Chapter 7
"I'll do my best, but just in case, I don't want you sick on our wedding night," winked Neville.
"I'm a very healthy woman, and I rarely get sick," replied Porter.
"I'm glad to know that, it will ease my mind when I'm away on assignment."
"Do you go away often?" asked Porter.
"More often than I would like," said Neville.
"They won't send you away before the wedding will they?" asked Porter.
"I never know when I'm going, but I'll talk to the director and explain that I'm getting married on the fourteenth."
"Do you think he will listen?" asked Porter.
"He's a fair man, and unless something extremely important comes up, then I won't be call out on assignment."
"What about that paper I had to translate for you last night…what happened to it?"
"It's already been passed on to other operatives."
"Oh good. You do realize that we have already wasted five of our twenty minutes talking instead of kissing," grinned Porter.
"We can't have that now can we," replied Neville taking her into his arms and lowering his head to hers until their lips met. Wrapping her arms around his neck she melted into his arms. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and she moaned in pleasure. When the front porch lights flickered about fifteen minutes later, Porter sighed and said, "You sure do know how to kiss," and she opened the car door to climb out. Turning back with a smile, she said, "Oh, by the way six and a half," and then closed the door.
By the time he jumped out of the car Porter was half way up the walk, he called out, "What's six and a half?"
She spun around and wiggled her left hand at him, "My ring size, silly."
Grinning, he replied, "Thanks for reminding me. I'll take care of it tomorrow. I love you, Porter. Goodnight."
"I love you too, Neville," she waved and stepped inside the house."
Pulling into the driveway, he saw that his parent's were still awake. He went into the den and found them playing chess, while listening to opera on the stereo. "Could I please turn off the music? I have some news to tell you," he asked.
"You're going out of town again, son?" asked Denise with a quiver of fear in her voice. Since the war had started, she dreaded every time he had to go out on a mission.
"Now, Denny darling, you know he's well trained and able to take care of himself," replied Richard.
"It's not about a mission, mom. It's good news. I am getting married on the fourteenth of this month…"
"What?…she clutched her hand to her chest and slid, ever so gracefully, out of her chair and onto the floor in a faint.
Both men rushed to her side, and Richard lifted her into his arms to place her on the couch, telling his son to get the smelling salts. Quickly Neville did as his father asked, and was back within minutes, handing them to his father. Richard broke them under her nose and she came to with a sputter.
"Mom, I'm sorry I took you by surprise, but if you'd just let me explain, I'm sure you will understand."
"Oh, Neville, who have you gotten pregnant?" asked his mother with a moan.
"Mom! I haven't gotten anyone pregnant! I've fallen in love."
"But why are you in such a rush? And why haven't we heard about her before now?" Denise asked.
"Well, I just met her yesterday," replied Neville.
Feeling faint again, Denise rested her head on Richard's shoulder and cried, "Darling, were did we go wrong?"
"Son, you met a girl yesterday and you're getting married in less than two weeks? What the hell is going on?" demanded his father.
"We love each other, and feel that there's no use in waiting to be married."
"You love each other in just two days? Son, that's just not possible!" his mother gasped.
"That's not true, Denny. I fell in love with you at first sight," Richard told his wife. "It just took me longer than that to tell you."
"Mom, I think you'll approve of my choice when I tell you who my bride-to-be is," replied Neville.
To be continued…..
