Chapter 7

Conner stood their like he had forgotten how to move. I didn't know what was going through his mind at that moment, but from the look on his face I could only hope that positive thoughts were going through his head.

"Conner, are you alright?" I said while continuing to hold our son in my arms.

"Hi, Mr. Conner," my son greet shyly, hiding his face in my shoulder.

David put his mouth to my ear, "Is Mr. Conner trying to act like a statue? He's not moving."

I laughed, "Mr. Conner is just uncomfortable in his surroundings is all," I explained.

"Mommy, I didn't understand a word you just said, but I'll take your word for it since you're my mommy."

"Thank you," I said with mock seriousness.

I could have played around with Conner a little lit, but I didn't think that he could handle any kind of joking around right now. He couldn't even form sentences. Not taking my eyes off of Conner, I asked David if he could go inside and tell everyone that I was back. When he went back inside I tried to snap Conner out of his trance.

"Snap out of it, would you?

"That's my son?" he said wistfully.

"The last time I checked it was yeah. I don't remember getting knocked up by anyone else," I said sarcastically.

He snapped out of it, and he grinned at that, "The last time I checked you weren't a smart ass."

"Last time I checked no one could render you speechless, times change. Don't forget that you can't swear now that you're around children," I reminded.

God, this was really happening. My world was changing and it was all hitting me to fast. Conner and his mood swings weren't helping either.

"Now what's the fun in that?" he said going back to his old self.

"Are you alright Wakefield? You look a little pale."

I was on the brink of panic, but I just sucked it in, "I'm fine," I lied.

"While we're around each other don't piss me off. Remember this is my vacation," I reminded holding on to my sanity by a string.

"Now who's using that bad language?" he taunted.

I growled and went inside the house with Conner following close behind. As soon as I walked into the kitchen I saw that my sister had went right to work on keeping David occupied. Jeremy was leaning against the counted looking bemused, and Jessica was keeping a very close eye on David who was holding her two week old son.

My jaw dropped, "Jessica, what, in gods name, are you doing?"

Jessica continued to help support David's arms, "I thought that David would want to hold his new cousin."

"Obviously not, Jess. You're scaring my son to death."

"You just jealous that he got to hold my son before you did. Hey Conner. What's up?"

"I don't know about kids, but I think your scaring him," Conner said ignoring the question.

Jeremy was shaking his head in amazement, "I can't even get my own son out of her arms, but she lets my five year old nephew hold him."

"Mommy can hold the baby really."

I watched my son struggle with my nephew a couple more seconds and then relieved him of the baby that both he and my sister were holding.

David looked at me with complete gratitude, "Go play," I told him nodding to living room.

David scampered off and I cooed down at the newborn in my arms. It had been a long time since I had held a baby as small as Adam. I didn't realize how much I missed it. I looked up and saw Conner looking at me with a strange look on his face. It took me a few moments to realize that he must be imagining me holding David when he was a baby. I was attacked with guilt, and I had to look away.

"What's that work situation?" I asked my sister.

"I'm working on it, but it's a lot harder then I thought it would be to drop everything and walk away for awhile. I was wondering if you could help me with some of my costumers."

"I came to help with the baby. You want me to work to," I said giving my sister a look.

"Yes."

"I have a lot on my plate right now. I don't need you too add more to my list."

Jessica rolled her eyes. She was about to take her son out of my arms when Jeremy came in and did that for her. When she tried to get him back he wouldn't give him to her.

"Honey," Jessica whined to her husband.

"If a five year old can hold our child then I'm allowed to."

I laughed. I also pondered on my sister's job proposal. Jessica had found her calling in college and decided that she wanted to be a wedding planner. She had worked at a small wedding dress shop all through college and now she was a partner in her own business. I didn't like the thought of working for my sister, but…. I had worked with her for a bit when I had been around in the beginning.

I had also messed around with it while I was in Chicago when she had referred me to a couple of friends. It didn't matter that I didn't have a degree. It just mattered that People really didn't care as long as I was good at it. It wasn't a dream job, but I was pondering my sister's offer because I knew there would be money involved, and that was always a nice twist.

I took the heat off Jeremy for a second, "What did you want me to do?" I asked hesitantly.

A look of confusion passed through my sister when she saw that I was looking at her, "What? ... Oh, right. I wanted to know if you would be willing to help me in this one wedding that I came across that I couldn't pass up," she said excitedly.

"What wedding would that be?"

Jessica looked around and then looked at Conner. I had a bad feeling about this all of the sudden.

"Did you tell them?" Jessica addressed to Conner.

Conner looked confused, but must have put something together, "No," he said.

Now I was confused, "What are you talking? ..."

Then the light bulb went on. She wanted me to do Conner's wedding.

"Jessica, I won't do it." I refused.

My sisters eyes lit up, "You know!"

"Jessica!"

"Liz!"

"I am so totally lost here. What is going on?" Jeremy said baffled.

"Come on Liz. Help me out here." Jess pleaded.

"Jessica what part of "no" don't you understand."

"Jeremy, where are Megan and Mrs. Sandborn?" Jessica said addressing her husband, who knowing nothing about anything, said that they were in the living room.

"Good then I won't spoil the surprise for them."

"Don't even say it, Jessica," I demanded.

"Liz, come on! You have to help my plan Conner and Teddy's wedding," she pleaded.

My sister who never listened to a word anyone said ignored my wish.

Conner, who I know, had figured out what my sister was going to ask awhile ago, still turned white. Honestly, I didn't thing my coloring was that much better either.

I hated my sister.