Chapter Nineteen
“It’s been six weeks Mom, you gotta get over it.”
My mother sighs into the phone. “You’re my only daughter. I can’t
help it if I’ve been dreaming about your wedding your whole life.”
She still hasn’t forgiven me, even though she was there. We called
her right before Allysa booked our flights. We forced her out of bed,
we forced Ryle’s parents out of bed, and then we forced them all on a
midnight flight to Vegas. She didn’t try to talk me out of it because
I’m sure she could tell that Ryle and I had made up our minds by the
time she made it to the airport. But she hasn’t let me forget it. She’s
been dreaming of a huge wedding and dress shopping and cake
tasting since the day I was born.
I kick my feet up on the couch. “How about I make it up to you?” I
say to her. “What if, whenever we decide to have a baby, I promise to
do it the natural way and not buy one in Vegas?”
My mom laughs. Then she sighs. “As long as you give me
grandchildren someday, I guess I can get over it.”
Ryle and I talked about kids on the flight to Vegas. I wanted to
make sure that possibility was open for discussion in our future before
I made a commitment to spend the rest of my life with him. He said it
was definitely open for discussion. Then we cleared the air about a lot
of other things that might cause problems down the road. I told him I
wanted separate checking accounts, but since he makes more money
than me, he has to buy me lots of presents all the time to keep me
happy. He agreed. He made me promise him I’d never become vegan.
That was a simple promise. I love cheese too much. I told him we had
to start some kind of charity, or at least donate to the ones Marshall
and Allysa like. He said he already does, and that made me want to
marry him even sooner. He made me promise to vote. He said I was
allowed to vote Democratic, Republican, or Independent, as long as I
made sure to vote. We shook on it.