I'm going to try again with this one.

Chapter 2

Jean couldn't take much more of it. She had been sitting on her parent's couch for nearly four hours now while her mother and her sister had gone through all of her wedding planning books and had circled, highlighted, and copied notes from themand into notebooks all labeled Jean's Wedding in flowing scrawling writing. She sat there with her hands in her lap listening to her mother and her sister chatter away about Sara's wedding, that had occurred two years ago, and plan hers at the same time. She didn't know why her mother even asked her to come over if she was going to do everything. Of course she had barely butt in with Sara's. Because Sara is perfect, Jean thought, she has no flaws and she chose a man with money and prestige. Jean lifted herself off the couch and began walking toward the kitchen.

"Where are you going, honey?" her Dad asked from where he sat in his favorite armchair, reading the paper as always.

"To get a very, ice, cold beer. Do you want anything?"

"No, I'm fine." Jean looked back towards her mother and her sister who were still pouring over the same book they had been looking at for over an hour, and then back to her father. "Just go, I'll take care of them." Jean walked into the kitchen, pulled the refrigerator door open, and began her search for the Coronas. She noticed after a minute that the chatter between her mother and sister had stopped and she heard her father speaking. "Elaine, maybe Jean would like to have a say in some of this. It is her wedding."

"She's just been so silent, I thought she wasn't feeling well, so I didn't want to bother her. I'll ask her about some of this when she comes back in."

"No point." Jean said to herself as she moved things around. "No matter what I say, or my opinions, they aren't going to matter to you, dear mother, you'll still find a way to plan my wedding for me." Jean found what she was looking for and grabbed the bottle by the neck then made her way back into the living room taking long sips from the bottle. She plopped down on the couch with her bottle and prepared herself for the mountains of questions that she shouldn't even bother answering. They never came in the next two hours that she sat there for.

"Mom," she said standing, holding her second bottle, "I really need to go. I have to get back. Scott and I have reservations for dinner tonight." She began gathering everything up that her mother and sister had spread out on the table. She made a mental note to throw out all of their notes and designs when she got back to the institute. "I'll see you guys next week I have a lot to do." Jean had gathered everything up and packed it away before her mother could say anything and headed for the door. "Love you, Dad, bye." She called on her way out.

"What's wrong with her?" Sara asked.

"You two. She has to sit here, politely, and take all of your criticism about Scott, who is actually a very nice man if you took the chance to get to know him, and you're planning her wedding for her. I won't be surprised if she comes back next week with all new notes and her own plans, and Scott."

(speaking of him...) Scott sat again by the window as he saw Jean's car pull up, this time she had been there for six hours, she was definitely going to be in a foul mood. When she walked in she was carrying two bags, one with all of her books, and another with what looked like food. "Hey." She said to Scott.

"Hey," he rose and walked over to her, kissed her, and hugged her. "How are you feeling?"

"I have the worst migraine ever." She kicked her shoes off and left them in the basket by the front door. "I stopped and got the makings for a candlelight dinner on the back deck, and a bottle of wine for the hot tub. I gave my mother the excuse that you and I had reservations for dinner so I could get the hell out of there. So on my way home I thought, why don't I take advantage of my little idea."

Scott made an appreciative face. "Well, I have some good news for you. We can move into the boathouse whenever we're ready."

"Really," Jean made a face of longing. "Oh God, yes, I've been waiting for so long to have some real privacy. When can we move in?"

"Whenever we want."

"Yeah." Jean looped her arms around Scott's neck and kissed him hard. "Can we get started on dinner now. Standing here with you like this is making me…Hmmm…" Jean buried her face in his shirt and hugged him. "I love you so much, Scott."

Scott held her close and stroked her hair knowing that her words were coming straight from the bottom of her heart.

After their dinner and few hours of making out in the hot tub, Scott carried an exhausted Jean up to bed, slipped her into a nightgown and laid her down on the bed then slipped in beside her wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight. A few hours later they had broken apart and Jean was lying on her side facing away from him. Scott still wasn't asleep, lying on his back and staring at the ceiling with his arms folded behind his head. His mind kept going over what he would have to go through the following week when they went back to Jean's parent's house. She had explained everything over dinner. How she had thrown out all of her mother's and Sara's notes, how she wanted to spend a few days planning with him, making their own decisions, and how next week, when she went back she was going to have all new plans and she would be bringing him with her. Scott really wasn't looking forward to it. He never enjoyed being around Jean's mother. He looked over at Jean suddenly when he heard the silence broken with a quiet sniffle. He rolled onto his side and placed his hand on the dip between Jean's waist and hips.

"Hey, what's wrong, sweetie?" he asked. Jean didn't answer. She was crying in her sleep. He rolled her over gently until she was on her back. By then her eyes were open. "What's wrong?" he asked again, tenderly. He wiped the tears off her face. She reached her arms out and wrapped them around him pushing him over and pulling herself onto her side. She continued to cry into his chest until she had no more tears and Scott just held until she stopped. When she finished, she picked her head up and kissed him, slowly pulling him back with her until she lie on her back again. They made love for a while after that, both knowing that no words were needed. Jean clung to him the whole time kissing him over and over letting him know how much she loved him without saying anything.

They lie facing each other some time later arms folded beneath their heads for support, quiet smiles on their faces. "I was crying," Jean started slowly, reaching out and stroking Scott's cheek, "because, I needed to cry. I've kept so much emotion built up for so long and I finally just had to let it all out. I get that a lot. It's one of my flaws. My mother is just making me so crazy right now, Scott. I honestly just can't wait until we get married and this is all over."

"Me either, Jean. Believe me, I just want to get married and be with you without all this stress and family issues. This is the hard part, trying to get your family to like me."

"Scott, all that matters is my Dad, and he loves you. You want to know why, because you make me happy, and you take care of me, and you make me laugh. But most importantly, you love me for who I am, and you love me deeply. He's never seen me this happy, and if you're the cause of my unending happiness, believe me, he loves you. And my Dad controls my Mom, so don't worry about that part."

Scott laughed and smiled. "Ok, if you say so." He leaned in and kissed Jean on he forehead. "Now sleep, we have a wedding to start planning tomorrow."

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