Chapter 9-Recoveries

"I'm still okay Jeremy!" I said for what seemed like the billionth time.

"Are you sure? You might have Post-Traumatic Stress or something." He answered, again.

"Will you tell him to lay off?" I said to Dr. Reid, who just laughed softly.

"Can I not worry about you a little?" Jeremy said.

"Maybe for the first three hours, when the doctors said to, but not the next three days!" I replied, slightly annoyed at his persistence.

"Fine then. I'm going to go get something to drink outta the vending machine, you want anything?" He asked.

"Yeah, get me a bottle of Mountain Dew, and if it's out, get me Cheerwine." I answered.

"What if they're outta both?" He teased.

"Then get me a bottle of shut the hell up juice." I joked.

"Yeah, yeah!"

I was glad to be back to The Singing Banana after my shift. Jeremy had been promoted at his second job to assistant manager for doing so good, and we had both been accepted into the local college for the next year. We were both going to study for law school, both of us wishing to join the SBI. I was happy that we would be together.

"Here, time to go sugar-booger." Jeremy said, handing me my soft drink-Sierra Mist. Of course, what was I thinking? We're always out of what I want. I got my purse, and went with the agents and Jeremy to leave.

"Okay." I didn't object.

A little bit later, I was sitting on the couch in our apartment, drinking my citrusy drink. I was a little surprised when Jeremy told me to go get a bath and dress nicely. My heart was pounding when he told me that he was going to treat me to a delicious dinner at the best restaurant in town, The Titanic Seafood and Steakhouse, which was really nicer than it sounded. I did as I was instructed: take a bath, do my hair, brush my teeth, put on make-up, and get nicely dressed.

"Ready, Sweetie?" Jeremy asked sweetly.

"Yes, Darling." I replied.

It was 7:00 when we arrived at the restaurant. I was a little nervous getting out of the car and seeing how nicely the other customers were dressed. I looked down at my pale pink ruffly, halter-top dress and light blue half sweater. Then I looked at Jeremy, who looked amazing in his suit.

"You look gorgeous." He whispered to me, slipping his arm around my waist sweetly.

"You look better. I'm like the ugly stepsister compared to everyone else here." I whispered back.

"You do not! Stop putting yourself down like that." Jeremy said.

I was so amazed when I walked in, and was seated at a reserved table for two with a candle and roses sitting on the red tablecloth at the back of the restaurant. I ordered the 8 ounce sirloin steak with mushroom gravy and French fries. I had the best evening I could ever ask for.

I had long and wonderful conversations about everything imaginable, just flowing from one subject to the next, both of us loving it equally. I could not believe I was here, having the best food I had ever tasted, talking endlessly with the man I loved.

"Your desserts, have arrived." Said the waiter, who looked like the Monopoly guy.

"We didn't order dessert." I said, wondering how the mix-up happened.

"It's on the house, for the youngest couple." The waiter replied.

"Oh cool!" I said, excited to get a free slice of chocolate cake.

I didn't know what to do when I saw Jeremy get up, and get down on one knee. My heart stopped when he took one of my hands, brought out a black velvet case, and flipping it open with his free hand.

"Kitty Terri Westwind, will you marry me?" He said so seriously.

"Yes, yes, I will Jeremy!" I said, overwhelmed. I couldn't believe it. I was now engaged! We jumped up and hugged each other tightly, then he slipped the ring onto my finger...a perfect fit!