Chapter 25: All According to Plan

Balancing Lily neatly on my hip, I turned the page in a giant binder that the wedding planner had left.

I was almost afraid to touch the thing; it was endlessly overflowing with samples and magazine clippings.The more time I spent with the wedding planner, my mother and my future mother-in-law, the closer I came to tearing out my hair in response to stress.

Isaac was spending as much time as possible in the studio with his brothers, as they worked on their upcoming album. I couldn’t very well blame him: if given the chance I would much rather be rid of the stress of planning a wedding in three short months.

However, this meant that our time together was reduced to late afternoon and evening, which never felt like enough time. I was happily interrupted by a knock at the door. “Come in!”

I called. I knew who it was, and I was already eagerly bouncing Lily on my hip. “Hey!” Isaac greeted, springing lightly up the stairs.

He met me with a kiss, as he usually did.

An instant smile spread across my face.

“Wedding stuff?” He asked, glancing down at the pile of papers on the kitchen table.

“Yeah.” I sighed.

He smiled. “Andy, if you need my help, just ask. I’m completely willing, you know? I feel bad that you’re so distracted by all this stuff.”

“I’m actually kind of glad you said that…” I smiled. “I do need your help.”

“Great. I’d be happy too.” He sounded too enthusiastic, and I almost didn’t want to break it to him how tedious everything was.

With my free hand, I fumbled through the page dividers in the binder. “We need to choose our invitations, so they can be printed as soon as possible. I thought we should do that together.”

“That’s it?” He grinned. “That’s not so bad. I don’t see why you’re stressing out so much.”

I smiled. “That’s only the beginning. When you’re done there, we need to do a guest list, decide on centerpieces, table dressings, locations for the wedding and the reception, formal wear, a minister, a date, a time, a meal…” I trailed off slowly.

“Okay, I can see where you would get a little stressed out.” He laughed. “Sorry.”

“That’s okay.” I replied, anxiously bouncing Lily on my hip. “I did find a dress that I kind of like.”

“Really? That’s great!” Again he sounded too enthusiastic. “Where?”

I wrinkled my nose and sheepishly admitted, “In a magazine.”

“Really? Which one?”

“Modern bride.” I admitted hesitantly. I wrinkled my nose at myself for even admitting that I was browsing horrible wedding magazines.

He laughed loudly. “See? You are excited about this stuff! I knew you would like this better than going to Vegas… eventually.”

I smiled. “It’ll be worth it… when it’s over.”

He laughed again, and I resumed bouncing Lily on my hip, pacing the kitchen as he leaned over several samples of wedding invitations.

“Andy,” Isaac chuckled. “If you keep bouncing her like that, you’ll give her motion sickness or something.”

I sighed. He was right, I was over-reacting, and Lily had already given up trying to get the opening of her sippy-cup into her mouth.

“What’s wrong, Andy? Are you having second thoughts already?”

“No! No! No!” I said quickly. “Just… hang on…” I carried Lily into the living room and placed her in front of the television.

I turned the set on and her favorite program immediately caught her attention.

I straightened up and walked back to the kitchen, where Isaac was still glancing at the invitations.

He pulled a chair around next to his for me to sit on.

I perched lightly on the edge of the chair. “You’re right, I am worrying about this. Your mother and the wedding planner were talking about a wedding for three hundred guests. Not only is that going to cost a fortune, but I don’t even know three hundred people!”

Isaac smiled. “Don’t let them bully you. Stick to your ground, if you want a smaller wedding, than that’s what I want.”

I sighed.

“I’ll talk to them…” He offered.

“No, its okay…” I urged. “I’ll talk to them tomorrow…. What about these invitations?”

“Well…. Which one do you like?” He asked, his eyes roaming the options again.

“No, you tell me first. I don’t want to influence your decision.” I lifted my chin smugly.

He chuckled. “You’re a clever one.” He appeared to mull the options again, and finally pointed one out. “I think this one is my favorite. It’s simple, yet elegant and… pretty?” He glanced back at me for my opinion, but I was already grinning.

I leaned forward and kissed him, catching his hand in mine on the table. “That’s my favorite too.” I smiled.

“Good, that was easy. We agree then.” He smiled.

I pursed my lips, my smile fading.

“There is one thing I want to talk to you about…”

“Okay,” He turned in his chair to face me completely, and I nearly lost my nerve.

“Well… you mentioned more kids, and I thought that would be a good idea for the future, and we’ve got that big old house to fill….” My words were flooding together sloppily. I was barely coherent. “I mean, you want kids and I want more kids and….” He was staring at me cluelessly. I sighed. “So I think it takes a while for the birth control pill to wear it’s way out of your system… so I thought maybe it’s time I went off it now, and then by the time we’re married… we could try… for another.”

His serious expression immediately lightened. “Are you sure?”

I nodded, pursing my lips tightly in nervousness. “Yes. I’m sure. You’re so good with Lily… that’s part of the reason why I love you, so it makes sense to make more, right?”

He chuckled. “Okay, if you’re willing to go off the pill…”

“It means we’ll have to switch to other methods… I mean, condoms…” I realized that I still held his hand in mine, and brought it to my lap to play absently with his fingers; which were calloused from guitar practice.

“I’m okay with that.” He said immediately. I nodded slowly.

“I mean, at least until the wedding, because getting accidentally pregnant before then would be…. More stress and I don’t know…”

“No you’re right. We should be married first, right? It would make my mother very happy.” I smiled at that comment.

The front door opened noisily and my mother banged in.

I knew our conversation was already over, at least for the time being. In an effort to hide the blush from my cheeks, I stood to greet my mother, but Isaac beat me down the stairs, and took most of the parcels from my mother, leaving her with just two pizza boxes in her hands.

“Thank you Isaac.” She smiled at him. “You’re a real gentleman.” She teased. “I brought dinner, hope you’re hungry.”