Half on a Baby...
Chapter Ten
B
No time to talk," I said to my bestie, as I hopped around on one foot, wrestling with my other high heel. He´d just come in from work, and I knew if I let him, he'd tell me all about his day. Normally, I´d be all ears, but today, I was on a mission. And unfortunately, that didn´t include me listening to him go on and on about the joys of medicine and saving lives.
Hey, don't judge me!
Turns out I didn't come home with an engagement ring the other night, but I was still holding out hope. I was surprising Paul with dinner at his place tonight, and I wanted everything to be perfect. Having left the office late, again, I was already a half hour behind schedule. It was our anniversary, so I couldn't afford to fuck this up by not being on time.
Paul Youngblood and I had practically grown up to together. I was from Forks, Washington, and he grew up on the neighboring Indian reservation, La Push. We lost touch after high school, each going our separate ways for college, but reunited at my God brother Jacob Black and his wife, Leah Clearwater´s wedding.
Paul´s Company had just relocated to Seattle from New York, and after four or five dates, we became exclusive. Today marked three years that we´d been together, and things between us were getting pretty serious.
Wedding bell serious...or so I hope!