Chapter Eight:

I could imagine what my wife acted like when she drove into her driveway. She'd see all the lights shut off, and she'd sigh in relief. She'd know that we were still waiting for the birthday girl to get home and she wasn't late. She smile as she got out of the car, but she'd rush towards the door in panic, worried that her daughter might be dropped off at any moment. She'd open the door slowly and say, "It's just me guys. Don't move." When she opened the door.

When she did open the door, no one stirred. Satisfied that we heard her, she took off her jacket and hung it up. After that she headed towards the room with the decorations to get into her hiding place. She walked slowly, because she didn't want to trip over anything in the dark.

Right as we heard her foot step down on the kitchen floor, we flicked the lights on, and came out of our hiding places. "SURPRISE!" we shouted so loud that I was sure the neighbors would hear.

Patricia almost fell over when she saw us all, but she luckily kept herself standing. She looked at us with a confused face, but I could tell she was shocked. "What... Didn't you hear me..." her voice dropped when she noticed her daughter standing in the kitchen with all of us. Her whole family was there, as well as Jenny and everyone else that I sent invitations to. All of us were grinning as she looked at us. I was standing in the middle, with something behind my back. I tried to act as if I was calm, but I really did feel nervous.

"What is this?" she asked, her voice hoarse from being so surprised. She looked around at the decorations she had bought with her best friend, realizing that it all said "Happy Anniversary!"

I felt someone nudge me in the side, and when I looked I realized it was the birthday girl. She winked at me, and then she tilted her head towards her mother. I nodded, and stepped out of the small circle we had made. After taking one last look at the decorations, she turned to me, and her eyes told me everything. "What is this?" she asked.

From behind me I pulled out a bunch of flowers, and I handed them to her. "Don't you remember?" I said, waiting for her to take them. "This is the first day we met."

Did I forget to mention it to you? Our daughter was born on November twelfth.

Her eyes widened as she took the flowers from me. She brought them up to her face to smell them, as if she was trying to see if this was a dream or not. Finally, after an eternity of waiting, she smiled.

"Thank you," she suddenly started to cry, but she put her hand over her mouth as if she tried to stop. "Who's idea was this?" she demanded.

Everyone behind me suddenly pointed directly at me, but when I looked behind me I had to shake my head. "It wasn't ALL my idea. I had some help." Jenny smiled and winked at me.

I turned back to my wife and I saw her jaw drop. "You did all this?" she asked in disbelief.

"It all started out as a tiny plan I made, when you locked me out of our room. Then, when I got some help, it turned into this."

"But... this party was my idea!" she protested. I don't think she could let herself believe I did all this. "This birthday party!"

"With help from me," Jenny spoke up. She was smiling so much I thought it would get stuck. "When you finally came up with it I told Biff and he told me what it was really going to be. We also told the kids- Biff Jr. had to stay out all day because we were afraid he'd accidentally tell you."

"But... but..." she started to stutter. "Why?"

I took in a deep breath, getting ready to say it. I was almost afraid I wouldn't be able to say it, which would ruin everything. "Because I love you." I exhaled in relief.

Her eyes grew even wider. "You love me?"

"I... I'm sorry for all those things I did," I confessed. "I'm sorry I wasn't the best husband to you."

She started to cry quietly again. "Oh my gosh... This was..." she couldn't finish her sentence.

"UnBiff-like. How about that?" Jenny said with a smile.

"I'd defiantly go with that." Our daughter said with a laugh. Even Biff Jr. laughed at that.

"All right, all right," I said, sounding annoyed. "Let's just shut up and turn on that music." This was the part that made me the most nervous.

"I'd be glad to, Mr. Tannen." Jenny said. She headed over to where the 'teen' music was supposed to be, but instead there was a record player. Jenny started up the record, and almost immediately Patricia threw her hands over her mouth and gasped. Hopefully you'll be able to guess what I picked- My Girl.

"That's... that's why you brought the records over!" she nearly shrieked. "Oh my..." she was so speechless she couldn't finish her sentence.

"I don't think we got to have a proper dance on this day thirty years ago," I said, taking the flowers from her to set them down. "May I have this dance?"

Suddenly everyone in the room paired up and they started to dance around the room. There wasn't as many people there as there could have been, but the people who were there also helped with everything, even though we made Patricia think there were only three people. They arrived right after she left.

"I can't believe you did this!" she kept saying to me as we danced.

"When are you going to get it through your thick skull, Patricia? You're my girl."
I said with a smile. She covered her hand with her mouth again and looked over at Jenny, just as they did when they were teens. "But you used to call Lorraine 'My Girl' all the time!" she protested. She was doing a lot of that tonight.

"Well, she wasn't the bride at my wedding, was she?"

By then my wife finally was convinced that this was really happening, and it wasn't a dream. We kept on dancing, even after everyone left. Jenny liked to watch us from the other side of the room, and I could see that she was giggling. Our two kids shook their heads as they watched us, for they hadn't fallen in love like this just yet. At some point in the night the McFlys stopped by. Lorraine wanted to see how everything worked out, and she even convinced her youngest son to play "Power of Love" by Lewis Huey and the Newspapers, or some band of that sort. Patricia actually had heard of them before, and loved the song.

I guess you say, what happened after this party? We had another wedding, only a much bigger one that was just the wedding Patricia really wanted. I swore to her that I would never hurt her like I did before ever again, and this time she believed me.

Hopefully I had you shocked- shocked at how much I had changed, and at what the party we were planning actually was. Hopefully you will understand that someone like me really can right his wrongs, as well fall in love with the person they never expected to fall in love with. Same goes for Patricia as well. I don't think she expected to fall in love with a guy like me.

Now I suggest you make like a tree and get outta here.