Here's the latest on Krista & Rizzo…this one takes place about six weeks after their anniversary celebration.
Krista arrived at Rizzo's apartment a little early, and when she opened the door she found him talking on the phone.
"Okay…" he was saying. "Sure, that shouldn't be a problem…no, I'll be there…"
He smiled when he saw her, and she walked over to him and kissed his cheek.
"Okay, great, I'll see you then…'bye."
"Everything okay?" Krista asked, noting the strange look on Rizzo's face.
"Yeah…that was the principal at the school I'll be coaching at…" his voice trailed off.
"Honey what is it?"
"They're going to hire a new assistant coach, and they want me to help them with the interviews, since I'm the head coach." He smiled a little at the last part.
Krista smiled too. "Coach Eruzione," she said sliding her arms around his neck and kissing him.
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back. When he drew away he sighed. "Coach Eruzione needs to be in Boston in two weeks."
"In two weeks? That's earlier than what they told you before."
He nodded, looking a little distressed. "I know. I have to find out if I can move into my new apartment early, call the movers if I can get in there early, change my plane ticket, and I'll have to pack…"
"Sweetheart slow down," she told him, touching his face.
He took her hand in his and absently began playing with her engagement ring. This was something he did often, but this time it triggered a whole new set of worries. "We have to plan the wedding, too," he remembered. "We haven't even set a date yet, or figured out what state we're getting married in…"
She pulled him closer to her and kissed him again. "Relax," she told him. "We'll get everything figured out."
"How can you be so calm?" he asked.
"Because one of us has to be. In two weeks when you leave, I'll be the one breaking down." She took his hand again and kissed it. "Come on, I have an idea…" she said, leading him into the bedroom.
He relaxed a little and smiled. "I think I like this idea already."
She laughed. "It isn't that kind of idea. But I do want you to lay down on the bed."
He raised an eyebrow, but did as he was told, stretching out on what had become his side of the bed. She curled up next to him, resting her head on his shoulder and a hand on his chest.
"Now close your eyes," she continued as his arms went around her, "and picture our wedding day."
He turned his head to look at her. "What?"
"We're going to plan the wedding," she replied. "We can't make any arrangements until we know what we want, so let's find out what we want."
He kissed her forehead softly and laid his head back on the pillow. "Okay…"
"All right, where are we?"
He didn't even have to think about that one. "We're at the church my parents got married in," he told her. "It's the one I've been going to my whole life."
She smiled. "Is your priest doing the officiating?"
"Yeah."
She rubbed his stomach lightly. "See, that wasn't so hard. We now have a church and a priest."
He sat up and looked at her. "Wait a minute, what about what you want? If we get married in Boston, your family's going to have to travel a ways…"
"My family's all over the country, so some of them are going to have to travel anyway. And I like the idea of getting married in the same place your parents did. Maybe our kids will get married there, too."
He took her hand and played with her ring again, smiling. "Our kids?"
"Yeah…someday…" she said softly.
He leaned over and kissed her gently. "Someday soon?"
She laughed. "Maybe, but not until after the wedding."
"Okay, okay…" he pulled her back down on the bed again and closed his eyes. "So we have a church and a priest, what else do we need?"
"A date," she answered. "When you see us at the church, what's the weather like?"
"It's sunny and warm," he told her, stroking her back.
"Spring or summer?"
"Closer to summer," he said. "I want the boys to be there, and I know you do to, so we'll have to wait for the NHL season to end."
"How about we use the anniversary we already celebrate?" she asked.
"The day we met…" he smiled.
"And our first time together," she smiled back, running a finger down his chest.
"It'll be easy to remember," he laughed.
"You better remember," she said playfully, propping herself up on his chest.
"Believe me, if the three most important events of my life all happen on the same day, I'll remember which day." He kissed her softly.
"I'm more important than an Olympic gold medal?" she asked as she drew back. "That happened on a different day…"
"You're more important than a hundred gold medals," he said, brushing a lock of hair out of her eyes. He wrapped both his arms around her and rolled her over so that she was now underneath him. "And way better looking than Boris Mikhailov," he grinned.
She laughed. "I certainly hope so!" She kissed him briefly and said, "We still have a few more things to decide."
"Okay," he said, kissing her shoulder.
"Are you and the groomsmen going to wear tuxes?"
"Mmhmm," he kissed her neck.
"With tails?"
He paused. "No tails," he said, then went back to her neck.
"Do we want a band or a DJ for the reception?"
"Band…" he was working his way toward her ear.
"I was thinking of having the bridesmaids in blue…"
"Sounds good," he told her nibbling on her ear lobe and running a hand down the side of her body.
She was having trouble concentrating now. "And maybe…one of my nieces…will be the flower girl…" Her hands slid across his broad shoulders and through his dark hair.
"Sure." His lips found hers and he kissed her passionately.
"I guess you aren't worried anymore," she breathed.
"The only thing I'm worried about," he said, undoing the buttons of her blouse, "is that my parents are going to call and ruin this moment."
She smiled. "Let's take care of that right now," she reached over to the nightstand and took the phone off the hook, then kissed him deeply.
"Are we done talking about the wedding?" he asked helping her take his shirt off.
"Yeah," she said smiling, running her hands over his chest. "I think we've moved on to the wedding night…"