I didn’t mean to offend him and offered an immediate mea culpa. “I know; I’m sorry. That’s just what I’ve been referring to him as for the last seven months. Well, that orsperm donor.”
“How about we just call him your ex from now on?”
“Okay.”
“And were there any positions you wanted to try?”
My heart skipped a beat. “Right now?”
He shook his head with a laugh. “No, on our wedding night. Or our honeymoon.”
“Um… yeah.”
He nodded his head. “Good.”
Chapter Sixty-Two
Jessica
Even though I didn’t work at the bakery on Saturday or Sunday, the weekend flew by. I’d been so busy, I didn’t even have time to go to church.
I hadn’t realized just how much there was to do to prepare for a wedding—even a backyard one. And even more to do for the reception afterward.
And while I was grateful for everyone’s help, it also meant Alan and I hadn’t had a minute alone together to pursue any follow-up activities of our date night.
Stolen kisses and small squeezes were all we got.
I’d met with the caterer and finalized the menu while Alan had been out of town last week but hadn’t made a decision about whether or not to serve alcohol.
I knew my parents wouldn’t approve, but they weren’t paying for it, so I wanted Alan to have the final say. Although I suspected he would be respectful of my parents’ wishes.
It turned out it wasn’t even a choice since Lainey didn’t have a liquor license. I was secretly glad because it felt like it’d have been just one more thing we’d have to worry about.
But then Alan asked me, “What about later when we get home? Do you want to have some champagne? Or something else?”
“I don’t know? I’ve never drank before.”
“You haven’t? Do you want to try it? Can you even—since you’re nursing Ruthie?”
I tilted my head as I considered his questions, then replied, “As long as I pump and dump, Ruthie will be fine. And yeah, I think I do want to try it.”
“Great, I’ll pick up a bottle this week and have it in the fridge for when we get home.”
Wow, I was going to be getting married and having my first drink all in the same day. And, fingers crossed, my first sexual experience that wasn’t missionary.
We were getting married on Saturday but decided not to leave for Massachusetts until the following Tuesday. We thought it’d be nice just to have a few days alone together without having to do anything or be anywhere.
“Not that we’re going to be doing a lot at the Cape,” he’d said. “But there’s the matter of getting there.”
“I agree. It will be nice just to take it easy for a few days before flying with an infant.”
Hopefully, taking it easy included lying around naked most of the time.
The Tuesday before the wedding, he came into the bakery with a FedEx envelope and a distressed look on his face.
I came around the work station located in the middle of the kitchen and put my hand on his arm. “Are you okay?”
“I just got the prenup from my attorney.”
