ADAM'S POV
I entered the apartment through the kitchen and hung my car keys on the hook next to the
door. I kicked of my dirty sneakers to avoid tracking Minnesota mud all over the carpet
and poured myself a glass of milk (yes unlike Charlie I use glasses, he sometimes forgets
and drinks directly from the carton). I heard a funny clacking sound coming from the
living room and followed to find Charlie sitting at our computer, with the printer running
like it never had before.
"Nice to see you hard at work at something." My voice made him jump.
"Jesus Adam." Charlie twisted his neck to look at me. "See if you give me a heart attack
and I die, there's no wedding."
"Well that's a depressing thought. What are you doing, dare I ask?"
"Nothing." He gives me a sheepish grin and promptly stuff the paper that had just been
spit out the printer in his shirt.
"Firstly sweetie, I'm not above going in your shirt to get that, we're past the whole how
much are we allowed to touch stage in the relationship, secondly..." My secondly was
actually my yanking the paper out of his top.
What do I see when I smooth all the wrinkles out of the sheet? A homemade wedding
invitation. Charlie had scanned a picture of us looking at each other with complete puppy
dog eyes, above the picture were two gold bands looped together and underneath it was
the words join us. It was so cute, I almost cried. Not to mention the hard work he'd
obviously put into it was heart warming.
"I know you probably had your heart set on the fancy ones with the engraved lettering and
everything, I was just bored I guess." He rambled.
With a huge smile I wrapped my arms around him from behind and rested my chin on his
hand as he continued to sit in the desk chair.
"Are you kidding? These are great Charlie and a hell of allot cheaper I may add. I say after
we find someone to perform the service and set a date we make dozens more."
Suddenly a light went on, on my fiancé's face and I could tell he was excited about
something. Every time he gets excited he gets this look like a little kid at Christmas, you
must know the look. It's quite endearing I have to say, especially when it's combined with
his other little kid look, the one a child makes when he knows he's done something wrong
and is just trying to figure out if you know it too. That was the expression he had right
then.
"I got it covered, at least I think I do. While you were at work I called a few Justice Of
The Peace people and I found one that is willing to do a life partner ceremony."
"You were busy." I acknowledge depositing myself on the couch.
"Yeah, so anyway I think we need to set a date."
"How about New Years Eve, we could be declared married at the stroke of midnight." I
suggested.
Charlie nodded with his trademark grin.
"Perfect."
"Good, now come sit over here with me and bring a pen and notebook with ya."
He sat at the end of the sofa and I in turned leaned all the way over so I was laying with
my head on his lap and my feet hanging off the end of the couch. It was a nice relief for
my feet too, after I'd been standing on them all day at the shop. Uncapping the pen and
putting into a blank page in the notebook I asked.
"We need to make a list. I was thinking, unless you had your heart set on a huge wedding,
just a few people, you know close friends and family."
"Nope that's exactly what I wanted." Charlie ran his fingers through my hair, he has a
fetish with my hair. He's always saying how soft it is and how great it smells. Apparently
no matter how many times he uses my shampoo it never works that well for him.
"Good, guests?"
"Well my Mom, the Ducks old and new, Coach Bombay and Ms. McKay... I mean Mrs.
Bombay, Coach Orion and his wife and daughter, Jan, Guy's dad I guess, mom seems to
like him and all. What about your family?"
"They're... I dunno, I'll invite 'em, but I doubt they'll show. I however am not going to let
them ruin this for me."
"You know I love you."
"Yeah, Mr. Mushy. All right, Best Men trouble. Who are we going to have stand up for
us?"
"You could ask your brother." Was his idea.
"Taylor probably won't even show. My problem is Jesse's is my old best friend, but lately
Guy is my best friend." That was my dilemma
"Jesse." Charlie declared.
"I dunno, I'm leaning toward Guy. I mean I know you're mad at him for telling his father
about the engagement but I think you owe him."
"For what?"
"For starters you guys were the best of friends from the time you could walk until last
year, in all the time you were working at the shop together he must have covered for you a
zillion times and never asked for anything in return. He stayed true enough to you, even
after you accused him of having an affair with me, that he was willing to lose his job for
you. And once he was fired for taking the wrap for money you stole he still didn't turn
you in. You owe him Charlie."
He rolled his eyes and sighed.
"I know what you're getting at Hun. I'll ask Guy to be my Best Man so Jess can be yours,
okay?"
"That's the guy I love. So I'm going over to the Hall's to see if Jesse's around, if not I'll
leave a note with Terry to have him call me. Here." I shoved the phone into his palm. "Call
Guy, he better be here and you better have apologized to him when I get back."
After a quick kiss on the cheek, I hopped up from the sofa, raced to the kitchen slipped
my shoes back on and grabbed my keys before Charlie could argue with me. Sometimes
you just leave him with no other choice.
I entered the apartment through the kitchen and hung my car keys on the hook next to the
door. I kicked of my dirty sneakers to avoid tracking Minnesota mud all over the carpet
and poured myself a glass of milk (yes unlike Charlie I use glasses, he sometimes forgets
and drinks directly from the carton). I heard a funny clacking sound coming from the
living room and followed to find Charlie sitting at our computer, with the printer running
like it never had before.
"Nice to see you hard at work at something." My voice made him jump.
"Jesus Adam." Charlie twisted his neck to look at me. "See if you give me a heart attack
and I die, there's no wedding."
"Well that's a depressing thought. What are you doing, dare I ask?"
"Nothing." He gives me a sheepish grin and promptly stuff the paper that had just been
spit out the printer in his shirt.
"Firstly sweetie, I'm not above going in your shirt to get that, we're past the whole how
much are we allowed to touch stage in the relationship, secondly..." My secondly was
actually my yanking the paper out of his top.
What do I see when I smooth all the wrinkles out of the sheet? A homemade wedding
invitation. Charlie had scanned a picture of us looking at each other with complete puppy
dog eyes, above the picture were two gold bands looped together and underneath it was
the words join us. It was so cute, I almost cried. Not to mention the hard work he'd
obviously put into it was heart warming.
"I know you probably had your heart set on the fancy ones with the engraved lettering and
everything, I was just bored I guess." He rambled.
With a huge smile I wrapped my arms around him from behind and rested my chin on his
hand as he continued to sit in the desk chair.
"Are you kidding? These are great Charlie and a hell of allot cheaper I may add. I say after
we find someone to perform the service and set a date we make dozens more."
Suddenly a light went on, on my fiancé's face and I could tell he was excited about
something. Every time he gets excited he gets this look like a little kid at Christmas, you
must know the look. It's quite endearing I have to say, especially when it's combined with
his other little kid look, the one a child makes when he knows he's done something wrong
and is just trying to figure out if you know it too. That was the expression he had right
then.
"I got it covered, at least I think I do. While you were at work I called a few Justice Of
The Peace people and I found one that is willing to do a life partner ceremony."
"You were busy." I acknowledge depositing myself on the couch.
"Yeah, so anyway I think we need to set a date."
"How about New Years Eve, we could be declared married at the stroke of midnight." I
suggested.
Charlie nodded with his trademark grin.
"Perfect."
"Good, now come sit over here with me and bring a pen and notebook with ya."
He sat at the end of the sofa and I in turned leaned all the way over so I was laying with
my head on his lap and my feet hanging off the end of the couch. It was a nice relief for
my feet too, after I'd been standing on them all day at the shop. Uncapping the pen and
putting into a blank page in the notebook I asked.
"We need to make a list. I was thinking, unless you had your heart set on a huge wedding,
just a few people, you know close friends and family."
"Nope that's exactly what I wanted." Charlie ran his fingers through my hair, he has a
fetish with my hair. He's always saying how soft it is and how great it smells. Apparently
no matter how many times he uses my shampoo it never works that well for him.
"Good, guests?"
"Well my Mom, the Ducks old and new, Coach Bombay and Ms. McKay... I mean Mrs.
Bombay, Coach Orion and his wife and daughter, Jan, Guy's dad I guess, mom seems to
like him and all. What about your family?"
"They're... I dunno, I'll invite 'em, but I doubt they'll show. I however am not going to let
them ruin this for me."
"You know I love you."
"Yeah, Mr. Mushy. All right, Best Men trouble. Who are we going to have stand up for
us?"
"You could ask your brother." Was his idea.
"Taylor probably won't even show. My problem is Jesse's is my old best friend, but lately
Guy is my best friend." That was my dilemma
"Jesse." Charlie declared.
"I dunno, I'm leaning toward Guy. I mean I know you're mad at him for telling his father
about the engagement but I think you owe him."
"For what?"
"For starters you guys were the best of friends from the time you could walk until last
year, in all the time you were working at the shop together he must have covered for you a
zillion times and never asked for anything in return. He stayed true enough to you, even
after you accused him of having an affair with me, that he was willing to lose his job for
you. And once he was fired for taking the wrap for money you stole he still didn't turn
you in. You owe him Charlie."
He rolled his eyes and sighed.
"I know what you're getting at Hun. I'll ask Guy to be my Best Man so Jess can be yours,
okay?"
"That's the guy I love. So I'm going over to the Hall's to see if Jesse's around, if not I'll
leave a note with Terry to have him call me. Here." I shoved the phone into his palm. "Call
Guy, he better be here and you better have apologized to him when I get back."
After a quick kiss on the cheek, I hopped up from the sofa, raced to the kitchen slipped
my shoes back on and grabbed my keys before Charlie could argue with me. Sometimes
you just leave him with no other choice.