When we pull apart, we are both wiping our eyes and pretending we’re not.
“Tell me everything,” I say, going back to the tea.
She does.
“And,” she adds when I hand her the mug, “I threw away my pill this morning. We’re officially trying for a baby.”
“You’re not even married yet. I mean, that’s great, don’t get me wrong. It’s amazing.”
“We’ve set a date for the wedding,” she says, still beaming. “Five weeks as of yesterday. I have five weeks to organize a wedding.”
“Less,” I tell her.
She grins at me over the rim of her mug. “You’re helping me.”
“Of course I’m helping you.” I snicker. “I’m so happy for you, Robyn.” I hug her again. She laughs again. We are both a little bit of a mess.
We stay like that for a second or two before she leans back and looks at me with a silly smile on her face.
“Will you be my maid of honor?”
My eyes bug out because I almost can’t believe it. “What about your sister?”
“I’ll ask her to be my bridesmaid. I want you right next to me every step of the way.”
“Oh, my god, yes,” I say. “Obviously yes.” I hug her again, and she laughs into my shoulder. We pull apart.
“Okay.” I start going over everything in my head. “We need to start thinking about the details. Things like the color scheme. And you need to pick out flowers too. You’ll need a cake. And we need to find you a dress before anything else because five weeks is such a short time. You and Ridge will need to go and look for a venue. Did you have something in mind? If so, I’ll make the arrangements. Otherwise, I’ll make a list of options for you guys to check out. I’m on it. All of it. I’ll need to make a list.”
She laughs. “I love you so hard.”
“Love you too. This is going to be amazing.”
“Ridge asked Flint and Magma to be at his side. Magma will be the best man.”
Shit! Shit! Shit!
Why didn’t I think about this?
Oh, my god!!! I’m panicking a little. I’m going to see Magma. He’ll be there.
“That’s nice,” I say, and it comes out slightly high-pitched, but I doubt she noticed.
“You’ll be fine with Flint there, won’t you?” Robyn watches me closely. “It isn’t weird between you two, is it?”
“Not at all.” I shake my head. “We’re friends. It’s completely fine.”
“And you know Magma, of course.” She says it like it’s the most ordinary sentence in the world.
It. Is. Not.
“Yes,” I say. “Of course.” I shrug, trying to keep it casual.
It. Is. Not.
“So, we will need to do a rehearsal with the whole wedding party in four weeks. My sister will fly up early, especially, and then it’ll be the actual big day.” She squeals, doing that bounce.
I’m going to see Magma in four weeks. I feel excited. Then there’s the wedding. A thought hits, and I hate it. It makes my stomach drop.
