Disclaimer: I don't own the situations or characters portrayed herein. I'm just playing with them for a while.
Billy's Lost Weekend
He'd never been engaged before, and even though only they knew about it and she had to keep her ring on a chain around her neck à la Frodo Baggins, he felt new and different and somehow more alive than he ever had. For the first time in his life, romance had a definite promise of a life spent together — and he almost bursting with excitement to experience it.
He was planning a weekend away for them at Oak Valley. It was a lovely place. They would drive up in his car, rent skis, and just enjoy each other's company away from prying eyes.
And she could wear her ring. Openly!
But when he called to confirm their reservation, their room had been switched to one with exactly one bed, and he really didn't want to rent a cot after the whole Adi Birol incident.
He called Pine Top instead, and they had a family suite with two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a common room. To his delight, the common room had a fireplace. He wondered if he could get her to bring her one waterproof match.
He was lounging on his couch, his mind miles away from Billy's memory problems. Usually he wasn't troubled about his relationship with Amanda — it was the best thing that had ever happened to him — but tonight was different.
He had been thinking about it all day. Had he been overbearing, changing their reservation without talking to her first? He probably had been. It wasn't a great way to start life together. For that matter, had he even given her a choice about what they were going to do? He had not.
He felt like scum. Hadn't the whole problem with Joe been that he didn't take Amanda's feelings into consideration? It didn't bode well for their marriage either that the first time they actually got to go away together, he forced her into doing what he wanted.
His gloomy introspection was interrupted by a knock at the door. It was only as he was opening it that he realized he probably should have checked the peephole first. However unlikely, it wasn't impossible that a Soviet agent bent on revenge would skip the cumbersome lock picking and just politely knock.
It was Amanda. She was smiling widely, and as she breezed in, she greeted him with an enthusiastic peck on the lips.
