12
The two of us walked into my house, Jared lightly holding my hand. As I walked in my mother came into the hall from her office. "Kimmy Hun? OH KIM! I am so sorry darling." My mother looked completely crestfallen as she quickly said goodbye to Giorgio, my sister's florist, and hung up the phone. "Oh honey it's pouring out, I am so sorry, we were at the bakers and the stupid French twit was refusing to use the right color of yellow on his 'masterpiece' and…oh it was just a mess!"
"Mom, it's fine I actually ended up getting a ride with Jared. Um Jared this is my mom, mom this is Jared." My mother looked startled like she was noticing Jared for the first time.
"Oh hello there Jared, it's nice to meet you." Okay this was going well. "Are you and my little Kimberly dating?" Okay this was going awfully.
"Mother!" I hissed, blushing a deep crimson. But Jared wasn't fazed.
"Yes ma'am, if it's okay with you that is, and Kimberly's father of coarse."
"You have a driver's license, and insurance?" My mother asked, shucks soon she would be asking for proof of I.D.
"Yes ma'am, I got my license approximately six and a half months ago so I am clear to drive other passengers and my mother insisted on heavy coverage." Jared was very reassuring so it was no surprise when my mother nodded.
"Alright then, I best go call the caterer, your aunt sally has changed back to the fish! I swear I wouldn't put up with her if she weren't watching Libby for me since I've been so busy…." And with that my frazzled looking mother turned back into the office. But not before adding, "Kimberly if you go into your room I expect you to leave your door open, and don't eat the crab puffs Tabitha still needs to try those."
"Yeah alright mother." And with that she was off again.
"Tabitha?" Jared asked obviously questioning the name choice.
"Tibby, my sister, it's her wedding. At least it isn't Larry, my brother got the worst name. There isn't really a nickname for Larry, he was stuck with pipsqueak until Libby came along." Jared laughed, not in a mean Ha-Ha-What-An-Awful-Name way but in a good-natured friendly kind of way.
"So what was your nickname?"
"That is for me to know and for you to never, ever hear…ever." I added pushing the point, and blushing a deep red at the memory of the name my family had used for me until I was eight and threw a fit until they stopped.
"You're adorable when you blush."
"What?"
"Another reason." I smiled, blushing darker.
"Let's go distract you with some food shall we?"
"What ever you want Kim." And I didn't doubt he meant that.