Love Unrehearsed
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Ryan sighed, disgusted. His eyes met mine. “And you think that might happen between us.”
I felt my head shake, but facts were facts.
“I’m watching my best friend get her heart torn out and working on a new relationship at the same time while arguing about who gets the toaster. She and Gary made it three years. I just don’t want you to ever worry about me taking your TV.”
He leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on my lips. “We are going to blend our lives together. We’re going to have a family. But I’m not starting our marriage with a paper that outlines how we end it. Family is important to me. Baby, we will go to counseling to straighten our shit out before we start picking fights over a damn toaster.”
“You really mean that?”
“I do. Taryn, I know being in a relationship with me comes with an entire set of stressors that normal people never have to deal with. But you cut that away and I’m still me. I’m just a man.”
“I know.” I drew in a deep breath. “The prenup thing really surprised me.”
“It threw me, too. And you’re right. We need to talk about all of this. And if you need me to put it in writing that I’ll never stray, then that’s what I’ll do.”
Mom’s quips of wisdom flooded my thoughts. “No. I don’t need that, because I know that inside, my man has a heart of gold.”
Knowing he was fully invested in our relationship made all the difference in the world.
Chapter 19
Roots
“And this lovely lady is my crazy cousin Shannan,” Ryan said jovially, hugging the next person lining up to greet us with playful familiarity. Ryan’s mom had apparently invited every relative and their entire neighborhood to our engagement party. My brain was reeling from meeting so many new people.
He hoisted Shannan up by her waist, her long brown hair curtaining her face.
“Ah! Ryan! Put me down!” Shannan squealed, thrashing a bit. She had to fix her shirt when he set her back down, all flustered. She gave him a nudging slap.
“You’re a nut.”
It was so magnificent to see Ryan so relaxed and happy, seeing his extended family again. I couldn’t stop smiling.
“And who is this handsome young man?” Ryan asked, patting the head of an adorable little boy. He must have been around seven or eight, holding a black skater’s helmet in his hand.
“That’s Caden,” Shannan said. “You haven’t seen him in a while.” Ryan looked stunned. “Caden? Dude, you’ve grown. You were like this big when I saw you last.”
Caden regarded Ryan with a scrutinizing gaze. “You look like that guy who’s in that movie my mom likes so much.” Shannan appeared mortified by his disclosure, silently nudging her son to go and play.
Ryan crossed his arms. “You telling me that your mommy likes my movie? This lady, right here? The one who told me that I was wrong for the part?”
Shannan gave Ryan a shoulder shove.
Ryan rolled with the punch, obviously loving this information way too much.
“Oh, yeah. Aunt Nancy and Aunt Stacy, they come over and watch it a lot. Aunt Nancy boos every time that girl, Gwen, comes on the TV, though.”
“Caden!” Shannan squealed.
“Mom, I’m hungry. When are the hot dogs going to be ready?” Caden asked.
“Mom, I want a hot dog, too. And can I go in the pool?” an adorable little blond girl asked, tugging on Shannan’s shorts.
The pool sounded like a good idea. July in Pittsburgh was hot.
“Soon, baby. Say hi to Ryan and Taryn.
They’re going to get married. This is my daughter, Lauren,” Shannan said proudly.
Just hearing that name made me flinch.
But this adorable child and the evil Lauren that I knew were polar opposites.
As I glanced around the yard and patio loaded with smiling people I was overwhelmed by how large Ryan’s immediate family was. His mother, Ellen, was one of five, all sisters, each of whom had several children and grandchildren. And on his father’s side, Bill Christensen was one of three.
Even Ryan’s eighty-two-year-old grandfath-er, Nels Christensen, was there, congratulating Ryan on his “beautiful choice.” I ended up at the long table on the patio after being introduced to more aunts, uncles, cousins, and kids. We’d already been asked several times as to when we were getting married and received numerous suggestions on everything from churches to caterers to what type of flowers are best. Thoughts alone from having to plan and decide on all of these details were enough to send me into a small panic.
I felt my head shake, but facts were facts.
“I’m watching my best friend get her heart torn out and working on a new relationship at the same time while arguing about who gets the toaster. She and Gary made it three years. I just don’t want you to ever worry about me taking your TV.”
He leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on my lips. “We are going to blend our lives together. We’re going to have a family. But I’m not starting our marriage with a paper that outlines how we end it. Family is important to me. Baby, we will go to counseling to straighten our shit out before we start picking fights over a damn toaster.”
“You really mean that?”
“I do. Taryn, I know being in a relationship with me comes with an entire set of stressors that normal people never have to deal with. But you cut that away and I’m still me. I’m just a man.”
“I know.” I drew in a deep breath. “The prenup thing really surprised me.”
“It threw me, too. And you’re right. We need to talk about all of this. And if you need me to put it in writing that I’ll never stray, then that’s what I’ll do.”
Mom’s quips of wisdom flooded my thoughts. “No. I don’t need that, because I know that inside, my man has a heart of gold.”
Knowing he was fully invested in our relationship made all the difference in the world.
Chapter 19
Roots
“And this lovely lady is my crazy cousin Shannan,” Ryan said jovially, hugging the next person lining up to greet us with playful familiarity. Ryan’s mom had apparently invited every relative and their entire neighborhood to our engagement party. My brain was reeling from meeting so many new people.
He hoisted Shannan up by her waist, her long brown hair curtaining her face.
“Ah! Ryan! Put me down!” Shannan squealed, thrashing a bit. She had to fix her shirt when he set her back down, all flustered. She gave him a nudging slap.
“You’re a nut.”
It was so magnificent to see Ryan so relaxed and happy, seeing his extended family again. I couldn’t stop smiling.
“And who is this handsome young man?” Ryan asked, patting the head of an adorable little boy. He must have been around seven or eight, holding a black skater’s helmet in his hand.
“That’s Caden,” Shannan said. “You haven’t seen him in a while.” Ryan looked stunned. “Caden? Dude, you’ve grown. You were like this big when I saw you last.”
Caden regarded Ryan with a scrutinizing gaze. “You look like that guy who’s in that movie my mom likes so much.” Shannan appeared mortified by his disclosure, silently nudging her son to go and play.
Ryan crossed his arms. “You telling me that your mommy likes my movie? This lady, right here? The one who told me that I was wrong for the part?”
Shannan gave Ryan a shoulder shove.
Ryan rolled with the punch, obviously loving this information way too much.
“Oh, yeah. Aunt Nancy and Aunt Stacy, they come over and watch it a lot. Aunt Nancy boos every time that girl, Gwen, comes on the TV, though.”
“Caden!” Shannan squealed.
“Mom, I’m hungry. When are the hot dogs going to be ready?” Caden asked.
“Mom, I want a hot dog, too. And can I go in the pool?” an adorable little blond girl asked, tugging on Shannan’s shorts.
The pool sounded like a good idea. July in Pittsburgh was hot.
“Soon, baby. Say hi to Ryan and Taryn.
They’re going to get married. This is my daughter, Lauren,” Shannan said proudly.
Just hearing that name made me flinch.
But this adorable child and the evil Lauren that I knew were polar opposites.
As I glanced around the yard and patio loaded with smiling people I was overwhelmed by how large Ryan’s immediate family was. His mother, Ellen, was one of five, all sisters, each of whom had several children and grandchildren. And on his father’s side, Bill Christensen was one of three.
Even Ryan’s eighty-two-year-old grandfath-er, Nels Christensen, was there, congratulating Ryan on his “beautiful choice.” I ended up at the long table on the patio after being introduced to more aunts, uncles, cousins, and kids. We’d already been asked several times as to when we were getting married and received numerous suggestions on everything from churches to caterers to what type of flowers are best. Thoughts alone from having to plan and decide on all of these details were enough to send me into a small panic.
