Uncharted
Tired.
The next few days flew by. I spent almost all of my time in the office, and when I wasn't in the office, I was with the bride. It seemed like she wanted absolutely everything changed at the last minute and it was my job to make it happen. Even when I was lucky enough to get a moment alone, my phone rang off the hook. There was always something wrong; the flowers weren't right, the dress didn't fit, the food needed more seasoning. By the end of the week, I was exhausted.
Laying on my bed, my eyes finally fluttered shut. It had been seven days since my dinner with Jonny. Since then, I had barely seen him. Sure, I got the pleasure of following the games, but that was mostly from my phone. When I did get to see a game on TV, it was usually interrupted by my phone buzzing, then being called away for some "crisis." For the past week, I had essentially been a slave. Yet, on my first night off, I was laying on my bed doing absolutely nothing.
I wanted to be with Jonny, but that wouldn't happen. Tonight, the boys were flying back from a short road trip. They wouldn't be getting in until early in the morning, and I would probably be asleep when they got there. In fact, I was close to passing out now.
---
Knock, knock, knock.
Groaning, I rolled over onto my side and glanced at the clock.
1:55 a.m.
"Die," I muttered, climbing off my bed and shuffling over to the door. As I walked through the living room, I passed a mirror and noticed just how terrible I looked. I was wrapped in a long sleeve Blackhawks shirt and yoga pants. My hair was the definition of a rat's nest, and I just looked all around tired.
When I reached the door and looked through the peep hole, I grumbled in anger. Throwing the door open, I couldn't help the words that came out of my mouth next.
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
"I'm pregnant and you're yelling at me? Is that really a good idea."
"At 2 a.m., anything besides killing you is a good idea."
Stepping around me, Sara walked into my apartment and looked around. She always did this when she came over, even though nothing ever changed. Closing the door behind her, I was satisfied when I heard the click. Now I could kill her in my own apartment with no witnesses.
"Don't close that. We've got to go," Sara stated, as if I had any idea what she was talking about.
"Where are we going?" Folding my arms over my chest, I watched her curiously before she turned back to me.
"The boys land in like...thirty minutes."
"And?"
"And? What do you mean 'and'?"
"You heard me. "
Annoyance quickly spread over Sara's face. Was I really supposed to know what was going on? I tried to search my brain for any conversation I had with my best friend recently. Many of them were short, because I was answering my phone in a bathroom while trying to escape bridezilla. Not once had she mentioned me going with her to pick up Patrick and Jonny when they landed. Rubbing my neck, I couldn't help but feel bad.
"Well what are you waiting for?"
Sighing, I stalked into my bedroom and changed shirts quickly before sliding on a pair of shoes. Grabbing my jacket, I headed back into the living room. "You're driving, prego."
---
They were late.
Sitting in Sara's car, I was nearly half asleep. She had been singing along to every song on the radio as if it were the middle of the day instead of the wee hours of the morning. To be honest, she couldn't sing a lick, and I felt sorry for her kid who would have to listen to it all the time. Though, if the singing meant she didn't pay an ounce of attention to me, who was I to stop her?
As we sat there, my mind began to wonder. Much like my conversations with Sara, my phone calls with Jonny had been virtually non-existent. I only got to talk to him once in a blue moon, and it was never for long. Just a "hello" here or an "I miss you" there. I couldn't help but think that in a week, this would all be over. This wedding was one of the lasts I had to plan. Once it was over, all I had on my calendar were meetings or parties that didn't need nearly as much effort. That thought was enough to make me smile slightly.
"Finally," Sara almost shouted before she punched me in the arm.
"Dammit, Sara!" For a pregnant woman, she could still punch. Rubbing my arm, I watched as a bus pulled into the parking lot. It didn't take long for it to park and players to being pouring from the bus. This was also the time when wives and girlfriends began coming out of their cars. I turned my head just in time to see Sara struggling to get out of the car. I couldn't help but laugh before opening my door and walking around the car to help Sara out.
Just as I pulled Sara from the car, Patrick and Jonny stepped off the bus. The only reason I knew was because Sara began waving frantically, nearly hitting me in the face a million times. Grumbling again, I stepped back to avoid getting hit, or squished whenever Patrick pulled Sara in for a tight hug. I felt my eyebrow rise at the scene, feeling annoyed. However, that annoyed feeling quickly faded when I felt arms wrap around my stomach and a head rest on my shoulder.
"I didn't think you were going to be here," Jonny said, kissing me softly on the cheek.
Turning in his arms, I placed my head on his chest. "I didn't either. Lucky me, I have a best friend who doesn't care if I ever sleep."
"I'll make sure to thank her later."
Another soft kiss landed on my head as soon as my eyes drifted shut. I could have probably fallen asleep in his arms, standing up, in the parking lot. "Did you bring your car?" I finally asked, pulling back slightly.
Jonny answered my question with shaking his head. Turning back towards Sara and Kaner, I sighed. They were doing the reunited lover act just like everyone else. I knew I shouldn't have been so annoyed, but I was. "Can we go?"
That question got me a dirty look from Sara and Patrick, a nudge from Jonny, and forced to sit in the back on the car with a pregnant, and now angry, Sara who chewed me out the whole way home.
Laying on my bed, my eyes finally fluttered shut. It had been seven days since my dinner with Jonny. Since then, I had barely seen him. Sure, I got the pleasure of following the games, but that was mostly from my phone. When I did get to see a game on TV, it was usually interrupted by my phone buzzing, then being called away for some "crisis." For the past week, I had essentially been a slave. Yet, on my first night off, I was laying on my bed doing absolutely nothing.
I wanted to be with Jonny, but that wouldn't happen. Tonight, the boys were flying back from a short road trip. They wouldn't be getting in until early in the morning, and I would probably be asleep when they got there. In fact, I was close to passing out now.
---
Knock, knock, knock.
Groaning, I rolled over onto my side and glanced at the clock.
1:55 a.m.
"Die," I muttered, climbing off my bed and shuffling over to the door. As I walked through the living room, I passed a mirror and noticed just how terrible I looked. I was wrapped in a long sleeve Blackhawks shirt and yoga pants. My hair was the definition of a rat's nest, and I just looked all around tired.
When I reached the door and looked through the peep hole, I grumbled in anger. Throwing the door open, I couldn't help the words that came out of my mouth next.
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
"I'm pregnant and you're yelling at me? Is that really a good idea."
"At 2 a.m., anything besides killing you is a good idea."
Stepping around me, Sara walked into my apartment and looked around. She always did this when she came over, even though nothing ever changed. Closing the door behind her, I was satisfied when I heard the click. Now I could kill her in my own apartment with no witnesses.
"Don't close that. We've got to go," Sara stated, as if I had any idea what she was talking about.
"Where are we going?" Folding my arms over my chest, I watched her curiously before she turned back to me.
"The boys land in like...thirty minutes."
"And?"
"And? What do you mean 'and'?"
"You heard me. "
Annoyance quickly spread over Sara's face. Was I really supposed to know what was going on? I tried to search my brain for any conversation I had with my best friend recently. Many of them were short, because I was answering my phone in a bathroom while trying to escape bridezilla. Not once had she mentioned me going with her to pick up Patrick and Jonny when they landed. Rubbing my neck, I couldn't help but feel bad.
"Well what are you waiting for?"
Sighing, I stalked into my bedroom and changed shirts quickly before sliding on a pair of shoes. Grabbing my jacket, I headed back into the living room. "You're driving, prego."
---
They were late.
Sitting in Sara's car, I was nearly half asleep. She had been singing along to every song on the radio as if it were the middle of the day instead of the wee hours of the morning. To be honest, she couldn't sing a lick, and I felt sorry for her kid who would have to listen to it all the time. Though, if the singing meant she didn't pay an ounce of attention to me, who was I to stop her?
As we sat there, my mind began to wonder. Much like my conversations with Sara, my phone calls with Jonny had been virtually non-existent. I only got to talk to him once in a blue moon, and it was never for long. Just a "hello" here or an "I miss you" there. I couldn't help but think that in a week, this would all be over. This wedding was one of the lasts I had to plan. Once it was over, all I had on my calendar were meetings or parties that didn't need nearly as much effort. That thought was enough to make me smile slightly.
"Finally," Sara almost shouted before she punched me in the arm.
"Dammit, Sara!" For a pregnant woman, she could still punch. Rubbing my arm, I watched as a bus pulled into the parking lot. It didn't take long for it to park and players to being pouring from the bus. This was also the time when wives and girlfriends began coming out of their cars. I turned my head just in time to see Sara struggling to get out of the car. I couldn't help but laugh before opening my door and walking around the car to help Sara out.
Just as I pulled Sara from the car, Patrick and Jonny stepped off the bus. The only reason I knew was because Sara began waving frantically, nearly hitting me in the face a million times. Grumbling again, I stepped back to avoid getting hit, or squished whenever Patrick pulled Sara in for a tight hug. I felt my eyebrow rise at the scene, feeling annoyed. However, that annoyed feeling quickly faded when I felt arms wrap around my stomach and a head rest on my shoulder.
"I didn't think you were going to be here," Jonny said, kissing me softly on the cheek.
Turning in his arms, I placed my head on his chest. "I didn't either. Lucky me, I have a best friend who doesn't care if I ever sleep."
"I'll make sure to thank her later."
Another soft kiss landed on my head as soon as my eyes drifted shut. I could have probably fallen asleep in his arms, standing up, in the parking lot. "Did you bring your car?" I finally asked, pulling back slightly.
Jonny answered my question with shaking his head. Turning back towards Sara and Kaner, I sighed. They were doing the reunited lover act just like everyone else. I knew I shouldn't have been so annoyed, but I was. "Can we go?"
That question got me a dirty look from Sara and Patrick, a nudge from Jonny, and forced to sit in the back on the car with a pregnant, and now angry, Sara who chewed me out the whole way home.