Zeke is a full-time job when it comes to evenings and weekends. When I do get the chance to spend a few minutes curled up on the sofa with Harper, Zeke is always stealing her attention from me.
I never knew I’d have to compete with a two-year-old for attention.
But I get it, Zeke is her son. I’m trying not to feel jealous, but sometimes it’s hard when she spends more time with him than me.
That’s not all on her. I’ve been busy with the hockey team, my father’s business, and schoolwork.
I hate that we don’t have any classes together this semester. Our schedules are all over the place, in opposite directions on campus. There’s no walking her to class this semester, not that I don’t want to, but I haven’t been able to find the time. I can’t be in two places at once.
I’ve tried spending a bit more time with Zeke, but he’s always choosing his mama over me.
Not that I blame the kid, she is a prettier choice.
She always knows how to make him laugh.
I love his laughter. It actually makes me think that one day, maybe we could have a kid of our own, a little sibling for Zeke.
But not today.
After college.
When we’re both ready for that type of commitment.
The marriage thing is enough to jump into headfirst when we’re both not ready.
But I’m doing it for her.
Every waking moment, I’m thinking about Harper, wondering if I can truly keep her and Zeke safe from my father, from the world out there.
I may even be falling in love with her, but I’m not sure.
I’ve never actually been in love.
I’ve lusted after girls, but love, I can’t say I know one hundred percent what that feels like.
But I can safely say that I’m in the blossoming stages of love. That without Harper, I would feel empty. And that while I’m nervous as hell about our wedding today, I know without a doubt that I’m doing the right thing.
I need to keep her and Zeke safe.
I glance at my cell phone. The last text from Harper was last night, when she texted me.
Goodnight. See you tomorrow.
It’s a simple text. There was even a heart emoji, which brought a smile to my face because the girl has a way of making my heart soar.
Love, though, I’m not sure.
I’m definitely falling for her.
Without a doubt, I’m happy that she’s the girl I’ll be marrying. If it had to be someone, I’d rather it be Harper.
I force myself out of bed, knowing it’s going to be a long day. Hopefully, a good one.
I text Harper. She’s probably busy with Zeke this morning, or if she’s lucky, she’s still asleep.
Can’t wait to see you, wifey.
I hit send and then regret the choice of wifey.
