“Hmm, can we see snow sometime?”
As much as I avoided the white menace, I’d deal with it for my boy in small increments. “Absolutely.”
Hopefully he picked somewhere I wouldn’t have to drive in it.
Chapter Eleven
Beck
“Daddy’s taking me to the beach next week,” I told Jobe for like the thousandth time. But I couldn’t help it, I was super excited.
“I know, you’ve told me a million times. Now stand still or I’m gonna poke your ass.”
He was pinning a pair of beach wear wedding pants, as he called them, on me to see if they were what he wanted for us to wear in Aruba.
“Daddy wants to know if we’ve made any of the wedding plans. Have we?” Honestly, I was good with Jobe making all the decisions like Daddy normally did. I was pretty easy going and as long as we were all together, I’d be fine sleeping in Daddy’s arms inside a cardboard box.
“I knew I forgot to do something, like telling your fiancé. My bad. I’ve booked the hotel rooms, including the ones for your in-laws, as well as the beach side wedding venue. It’ll be small, and intimate and it includes dinner afterwards. There are a few excursions I wanted to go over with you both and Stanley. Maybe tonight when he gets here, we can talk.”
“Sounds good. Ouch!”
“Keep those sassy hips in check, boy. You can dance until the cows come home after I’m done. We need to run this by the Daddies tonight and get their thoughts on the outfit, which is why I’m only pinning them. Stanley and Crispin are much wider and taller than we are, so I’ll have to fit them accordingly.”
“Anyone home?”
“Daddy! Ouch!”
“Did someone get poked?” Daddy came into Jobe’s office and kissed me. “My, don’t you look handsome.”
“Glad you like it, these are the outfits I’m working on for the wedding,” Jobe replied.
“Daddy, if we play hidey hole on the beach will I get sand in my exit?”
Daddy’s mouth fell open and he kept blinking. I think I broke him.
“Filter, Beck. Filter,” Jobe shook his head. “Well, at least we weren’t at a restaurant this time.”
“Sweetheart, as much as I’d like to make love to you beneath the stars, sex on sand isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”
“He-he, crack. That’s funny ‘cause that’s where all the sand will be.”
“I’ve got nothing,” Jobe told Daddy, though I wasn’t sure what he meant. “Back to the outfits.” Jobe slid the vest over the white shirt I had on. “I want breathable material we hopefully won’t sweat in. Being beachside, we shouldn’t get too hot, and the breeze should flow right through our clothing. I like the vest overthe white shirt, sleeves rolled up but I’m undecided on full length pants or making them long shorts. What do you think, Crispin?”
“For me personally, I’d prefer full length pants that can be rolled up if necessary. That way we have both options. I too like the vest and sleeves rolled up though. Will all four of us be wearing the same outfits?” Daddy asked.
“Same colors and style but mine and Beck’s will have a slight twist to it.” Jobe’s eyes lit up and I hoped that didn’t mean we’d be bedazzled. I had a love for all things sparkly, but not the fancy sparkly kind.
“Ah, a surprise for the daddies then,” Daddy Stanley said when he entered the room. “I’m with Crispin, and I love the khaki and white color combination. Very beachy.” Jobe kissed his Daddy. “What about shoes?”
“I’m torn between a sort of deck shoe or no shoes,” Jobe replied.
“No shoes!” I hollered. “I wanna feel the sand with my toesies.”
“What if we wear boat shoes until we reach the sand then we kick them off. That way we have them for the walkways afterward, so our feet don’t burn,” Daddy suggested.
“Good call,” Daddy Stanley agreed. “Does that work, my fashionista?”
Jobe rolled his eyes, “Yes, actually that’s a good call. I’ll fit you guys closer to the time to leave so if you have any changes to this mockup speak now or forever hold your peace.”
