“Are you having fun? I heard Kevin talking earlier.”
“Oh you mean Sledge? He actually showed me his scars from when he fell of the stage 2 months ago.”
“Awesome! Sorry I haven’t broken away. My mom wants to know all about the house and if Michael killed anyone yet.”
“She asks you everytime you see her?”
“Usually. I think its just a ploy for me to talk about work.”
“Ahhh….”
“Is that hot chocolate kid friendly?”
“It’s adult. Your dad’s the master.”
“I’ll be sure to tell him.”
“Hey! I was drinking that! Get your own sneakypants.”
“Well yours was right here and kitchen is sooo far away…”
“Well you’re sweet so I’ll let this one time go…”
“…So I was thinking…”
“About?”
“Our wedding.”
“We haven’t talked about it much.”
“Well we have been busy with so much and I was just thinking why do I want this big elaborate thing.”
“You don’t?”
“No I don’t. I planned that, in its own big way and I didn’t like it.”
“Well Roy wasn’t big on helping.”
“True. He wanted pizza as a dinner option.”
“Wow. A traditionalist right there.”
“Shut up…but really I think I want a small intimate ceremony. Outside if possible.”
“I like that.”
“You like everything I say.”
“No not always. There was that time you suggested we go to Ruby Tuesday for dinner and I told you I wanted to go to Olive Garden.”
“And we ended up at Cracker Barrel which we both hated…so yeah...”
“I think a small ceremony is nice. You know I just want to be married to you.”
“I know. I know we said next year.”
“We did and I think we should set a date.”
“Ummm…ok sure.”
“We can steal the thunder from your sister a little bit. You know baby and all.”
“Aww how nice of us.”
“Well she did spoil your news.”
“And you TOLD me to get over it.”
“Yes I did. Now you can return the favor.”
“You are horrible.”
“Part of the package, part of the package.”
“I’m marrying a 15 year old…ok, do you like spring time or early summer?”
“Spring”
“Rain season remember”
“And early summer could be 90 so lesser of two evils.”
“Ok so we are comparing seasons to evil…nice!”
“A figure of speech.”
“Got it. Ok I like spring.”
“Good.”
“Oh no!”
“What?”
“My hot chocolate is no longer warm. Guess I need to heat it up, do you mind?”
“Excuse me, I’m not a butler. What happened to you doing things for me…offering to get me a cup of hot chocolate?”
“Chivalry died when I proposed.”
“Good to note.”
“Now a date.”
“We need a calendar.”
“Ok let’s use my cellphone. Ok…weekend?”
“Yeah for travel. Saturday.”
“Ok, why not Sunday?”
“Church”
“But we aren’t getting married in a church.”
“Well people go to church on Sunday.”
“Who in your family goes to church?”
“My mother does, my grandma did.”
“Really? Never knew.”
“I did when I was little and now I don’t.”
“Ohhh…you’re going to hell Beesly.”
“Well if I’m going then you’re going.”
“Touché. Ok well there’s the 9th, 16th and 23rd.”
“This could be tough. I have my art class on the 9th and ballet class on the 16th and kickboxing on the 23rd. I guess I’m going to have to cancel one of them. Which one?? Which one??”
“Here, let’s pull the date out of a hat.”
“Seriously? Our wedding date will be decided by a piece of paper?”
“Unless you want our families to choose?”
“Umm,… where’s the Santa Hat?”
(A few minutes later)
“Mom, Dad Jim and I set a date.”
“Ohhh good for you both!... I hope its not fall, too cold.”
“No Carol it’s not fall.”
“Pam honey is it winter because you know your aunt Betty doesn’t walk well and well I would hate…”
“No dad it’s not winter…it’s…”
“Oh my god mom, Kevin just wrote the most amazing song and…”
“Lauren honey Pam and Jim are making a announcement…”
“Pam you better not be pregnant because really??”
“Ummm no….that’s not…”
“Jim, when are you two tying the knot??”
“Oh so you set a date. Great. Better not be April because the baby will be coming…”
“Ok listen Jim and I will be getting married on May 9th.”
“….ta-da”
“Jim, not the time…”
“Well someone say something…”
“Honey, that’s the date of the spring festival and your father is participating in the woodcarving contest, you knew about this for months…”
“Oh sorry but seriously a woodcarving contest? You can’t like do that another time? And no I don’t remember that mentioned at all”
“I’m sorry but they only do it once a year and your father has been working so hard to prepare.”
“Um…ok.”
“We didn’t realize. Pam let’s choose another date.”
“Jim, no. This is crazy. We can’t do winter, fall or April. That leaves May, June and July and we chose May.”
“Pam, it’s not that big a deal.”
“Yeah sis. I mean do another week in May or do July or something.”
“Ok so you want to drag a 3 month old in the dead of heat and sit there for hours and hours??”
“Pam it’s not going to be hours and hours?”
“Oh I’m seriously thinking about it. Dad really?”
“My hands are tied. I mean Daniel and I have been training for months.”
“What is this? A marathon?”
“You do sweat a lot.”
“Ok don’t need details. Jim, it’s fine, let’s chose another date…”
“Pam, Jim wait…”
“Oh my god. You all suck, really! Ugh I hate you all!”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.I couldn’t keep my laughter in.”
“Good job Mr and Mrs Beesly. And you too Lauren.”
“Wait a second? You were in on this?”
“Of course”
“I don’t know if I should be relived or shooting you all.”
“The red would be in the spirit of Christmas.”
“Hush! Not in front of my parents Jim.”
“We are so excited for the both of you. May 9th sounds great.”
“Yeah Pam, the baby will be all dressed up! I’m so excited!”
“Thank you. Now can I have some of that awesome peppermint bark? I think I earned it.”
“Yes sure honey.”
Author's Chapter Notes:
Pam and Jim and Christmas Eve...fun fun!!!
Chapter End Notes:
Yay for date setting!
Keep on going on....
Keep on going on....
