Chapter Five
The next day, I was indeed sore. But I was happy. Kat and Jamie would be at the airport in a few minutes and I waited at the terminal with Tommy for Kat and Jamie's plane to land. We had managed to be able to touch each other without it leading into 1) a big make out session and 2) another 8 hours of sex. We sat side by side in chairs. I was leaning over, my head on his shoulder and he was placing a kiss on my forehead. But our moment was ruined by the voices, all the whispers.
"Oh, my, word! Is that Jude Harrison?"
"It looks like she's with that guy."
"That guy! That guy is Tom Quincy, you know that boy-band reject?"
"Hey, isn't he her producer?"
And so on. I looked at Tommy with suffering eyes. He wouldn't let me dress in my "incognito" gear. And now, I wish I'd ignored him. He put his arm around my shoulders, and lifted my chin with his other hand. I looked into his eyes and his lips were on mine. He kissed me passionately and I forgot about everything else.
"No more hiding." He said gently when we parted.
"Hey, get a room!" a voice called.
I knew that voice. It was Jamie! He stood with Kat, about ten feet away. I jumped up and ran over to them.
"If we had a room, you wouldn't see us for a month." I told them, hugging them both.
They laughed and hugged me back. When we parted Kat hugged Tommy and Jamie gave him a handshake. They looked so serious that Kat and I burst out laughing.
"Men." Kat drawled.
Half an hour later, we were all back at my house, catching up. Our main topic was the wedding. Kat still needed a planner, a plan, a dress, and bride's maids. The dress, I could help with. The rest of it was all up to Kat. There wasn't much to talk about, due to Kat's weekly phone calls. So, to kill the rest of the afternoon, Kat decided to go looking for a wedding dress.
We kissed our men good-bye and headed for the closest bridal boutique. I sat outside the dressing room while Kat changed into a series of 18 different dresses. She looked gorgeous in each, but continued to frown at them in the 3-way mirror.
"If you don't like them, why do you keep trying them on?" I asked her.
"It's not that I don't…" Kat sighed, "I'm used to wearing my own designs."
"Well, why don't you make your own?"
"I need a break from designing. And my wedding is that time."
I nodded. It was her call…and speaking of calls…my cell phone rang; the polyphonic tune of "Funky Town" was playing. It was Simon. I hurried up and answered the call.
"'Lo?"
"Jude, it's time!" Simon said quickly, "I'm taking Sadie to the hospital now."
My heart pounded in excitement. "Okay. I'll meet you there."
We hung up and I practically jumped to my feet.
"Sadie's in labor!" I told Kat.
She broke into a huge smile, then made her way over to me. She turned around and motioned for me to unzip her. I did and she made her way back to the dressing room, while shimming out of the dress.I shook my head.Being in France left her with no shame.
Less than two minutes later, she reappeared, fully dressed. Then, we ran out of the store and to my car, causing everybody to stare at us like we were crazy. With a quick turn of the key, we were gone.