TWELVE II
Motion Of The Ocean
SUNDAY
Derek flipped open his phone, and punched in a well known number.
"Hello." answered the female voice.
"Mum!" he said.
Fiona smiled at the happiness in her sons voice. Something that had become a permanent fixture since his meeting of Meredith a year ago.
"Derek. How are you? Meredith? Luca? The Baby?"
"We're all fine. That's why I'm calling. We're great. We're getting married."
Fiona laughed "That is what engaged means Derek. That you're getting married."
"No." he leant back against his headboard, looking down at Luca who was asleep next to him. "On Friday. And you and Dad are coming. I booked your tickets. You arrive on Wednesday. You can stay here at our house."
"What?"
"We're getting married Friday and you're coming." he repeated, laughing at the surprise in his mothers voice.
"What about your sisters?" She asked.
"Mer and me only want a small wedding Mum. They've met Meredith they know she doesn't want a big deal. Plus they can come down when the baby is born. So. Get packing." he ordered.
"You bet!" she hung up.
Derek stared at the phone in surprise. His mother must have taken him literally and really started her packing. He shook his head and smiled at the young boy beside him who was waking up.
"Hey Lucas. Food?" He laughed at the light in his sons tired eyes at the mention of food. It was a boys night in because Meredith was at work. "Pizza?" he asked, the boy nodded eagerly. He hoisted him up over his shoulder in a fireman's lift. Lucas cries of "DADDY!" and happy giggles cut through the silence of the house.