Chapter 33
"Looks like I'm completely healed up for the big event," Tyler grinned at his mother the next day after his final visit to the orthopedist's office. "And to think Paul's still lagging along with his."
"Well, I'm glad one of you is back to normal," Sandy nodded. "Of course 'normal' wouldn't be one of the terms I'd use to describe the man that is about to become your stepfather. Nevertheless, I wouldn't be too hard on him about that foot of his. Unlike you goofing off, Paul actually got him as a result of his line of work."
"Yeah, good point. But are you sure he's going to be okay for next weekend?"
"I don't think he'd gone through all the trouble of making these quickie arrangements if he wasn't," Sandy answered, smiling.
"You don't think he decided to hurry this up because you're having a baby, do you?"
"Perhaps he is, perhaps he isn't. Then there is also the factor of him wanting to get this done because there's a good chance he could be working again soon."
"Okay, just checking. He seems pretty gung ho on getting married, though."
"I know," Sandy nodded. "Perhaps maybe he is just at that stage in life where he's ready to take this step."
"Or is just madly in love with you and worried somebody else might snatch you up," Tyler added with a grin.
Sandy had to laugh. "Aren't you a cheeky one! Really, Tyler, with all these lovely women here in Austin, I don't think a woman in her mid-thirties from Philadelphia with a teenage son is the ideal mate most men are looking for."
"Paul must have seen something," Tyler pointed out.
"Yeah, like you had nothing to do with any of that, Mr. Innocent."
"I didn't," Tyler shook his head. "I just made sure you two were in the lobby at the same time. I had nothing to do with Paul practically knocking you over. But now look at you guys! We're all finally moving into the house on Sunday, and then next weekend you two get married. Talk about some cool shit!"
"I'm glad you're pleased," Sandy chuckled, "being this is probably the turn out you wanted."
"I never figured you guys would get married," Tyler confessed.
"Neither did I, for that matter, considering all the beautiful young women he works around all the time."
"Mom, most of those chicks had a lot of plastic surgery and stuff. Very few of them actually look 'real,' to be totally honest with you. I think he was looking for something more than that, and then there you were."
Sandy laughed again, putting an arm around her son. "Well, whatever the case, things seemed to work out for all of us. Now come on, we have the last minute things to wrap up if this wedding is going to be pulled off next weekend. That and we have to finish packing to move into the house. The new furniture is supposed to arrive Thursday."