Chapter 70: My Best Days Are Ahead of Me

*ZOEY'S POV*

"Hey bff!" I answer quickly when I see that Amy is calling me.  It's rare that I get a call from her and it's even more rare when I get a call from her and I actually have the time to answer it.

"Hey!" she replies, "I'm so glad I caught you!"

"Yeah, me too," I reply, "What's going on with you?"

"Well...you know how Mac is going to be moving here soon?" she asks.

"Yeah," I answer, nodding as well - as if she can see me.  

Terry has really been instrumental in getting Amy and Mac back together - even though Amy doesn't know this. 

Several months ago Mac and T were talking and it was obvious Mac was miserable in Bridgeport - he hadn't been able to find any friends, much less any women, his job was stressful, etc, etc.  Long story short, T suggested (at my suggestion) that he consider going back to Harmony.  I am secretly hoping he takes that one step further and moves here, along with Amy, but one step at a time I suppose. 

"What's up?" I continue the conversation.

"Well..." she starts, "I really wish I could tell you this in person..."

"You could always jump in the car..." I offer.

She laughs, "Oh right..."

"Just sayin'...just a few hours drive..." I half joke.

"Well, as much as I would like to..." she stutters.

I laugh, "I'm just joking...sort of...but seriously, what's up?"

"I'm engaged!" she exclaims.

There was a time that I would have been shocked and dropped the phone, but honestly it's about time.  Even though I know this isn't her fault, Amy has been in this suspended state where nothing has been happening to her for so long.  It's time she finally has something good coming her way.

"You do realize you have maid of honor duties, right?" she asks.

"I would certainly hope so," I say.

So we chat for another hour or two (who's counting) about potential wedding ideas before she has to go.

When we get off the phone, I rejoin my husband in my new favorite place to be - right beside him, with his arm around me.  I know, wanna puke yet?  Normally I would, but I seem to have had my inner-cynical bitch extracted lately.

"That was a long convo," T says as I get comfortable, "I'm assuming that was Amy?"

"Yup," I say with a smile.

Terry misses nothing, "What's with that Chesire cat grin?"

"Have you talked to Mac yet?" I ask.

"No," he sits up and takes notice, "What's going on?"

"He proposed," I tell him.

"Ahh, about time, I was wondering how long I would have to sit on that," he says.

I sit back and look at him, "What are you talking about?  Did you know he was planning this?"

He grins.

"And you didn't tell me?" I ask, slightly offended.

He raises his eyebrows, "...and tell Mac he has 20 seconds to propose because it's going to take you 30 to find your phone?"

I elbow him lightly but just laugh.  I have to admit he's right.

I sit back and start thinking and can't help but smile.

"What's that smile for?" he asks, laughing at me.

"I'm just happy," I tell him.

This really is everything I have ever wanted.  Amy and I have been best friends forever and we always said our ideal situation would be finding two best friends to marry because they are the only ones that would understand our friendship.  I never actually thought we would find them.

Terry interrupts my thoughts with a kiss.

Yup, who would have thought that this cynical bitch could be tamed?

*AMY'S POV*

Over the next week, I busy myself with wedding plans.  Mac and I are thinking about a spring wedding.  That gives me enough time to plan everything - and I have always loved spring.

Of course everyone is ecstatic.  Rebecca, Kelsey, and Zoey are going to be bridesmaids and Robbie and Jake are going to stand on my side as well because along with Mac and AJ sharing best friend duties, Mac's older sisters are going to stand on his side as well.  Then Mac has a younger sister who's going to be a junior bridesmaid, Brody is going to be the ring bearer, and Ivy and Melody are going to be flower girls.  

That about covers it, right?

"What do you think about sea foam?" I ask Mac as we are cutting into our Jack-o-lanterns the next time Mac is in town.

"As general foam in the sea?" he asks.

I flick a pumpkin seed at him, "No goofball.  As colors for the bridesmaids dresses."

"That's a color?" he asks.

I roll my eyes, "Never mind."

Mac and I are carving two different Jack-o-lanterns because we couldn't agree on a design.

Call me crazy, but I'm a traditionalist - triangle eyes and nose with a jagged tooth smile.

His is definitely more intricate, but that's fine with me.  He can be the artist in our family.

That night we just sit down and watch some TV.  I never would have thought I would be in one of those couples that spends most of their time sitting at home, but I guess that's what I get for waiting so long to be in a good one.

Mac only has this weekend of coming and going and next week he's going to start his move here, thank goodness.  I'm just about tired of all the traveling and it's taking its toll on him as well.

Even so, I don't take it well when his phone rings.

"Hello?" he answers.

...

"Oh really?" he continues.

...

"uh-huh...uh-huh...of course.  Yeah, no, I'm not in town, but I can be there in a couple hours." he says.

I look up and glare.

"No, no, don't worry, I'll be there..." he continues, "Yeah, no problem.  I'm hitting the road now."

He gets off the phone and I glare even more, "Please don't tell me that's what I think it is."

"Baby, I have to go back," he says.

"Are you kidding?  You just got here." I complain.

"I'm sorry, but there was a break in my case...I have to go."  he says.

Honestly I'm not in the mood to hear it.

"Well, I certainly hope there's not a break in a case on our wedding day," I start to bitch.

"Baby..." he interrupts.

"No, no, that's fine.  I guess it goes along with the territory of marrying a cop."  I pout some more.

"Come on, baby, please don't give me a hard time.  You know I don't want to leave you tonight," He says.

"You're sure no one else can handle it?" I am not convinced he actually has to go.

"Can you get other people to write your books for you?" he asks, stupidly using logic when I just want to pout.

"That's beside the point." I continue on my bratty course.

"I've got to go baby," he stands up and I give him a look.

In response he pulls me up into his arms.

As much as I fight, he kisses me long and hard.

"I'll be back to you before you know it," he says, "I can't go with you mad at me."

"Well then you better not go," I pout once more.

"Baby..." he says again.

I roll my eyes like the brat I am and hug him tightly, "Okay...I guess I can forgive you."

"Go to bed and I'll be back by the time you wake up in the morning," he suggests.

"Yeah, yeah," is the last thing I say.

As he is walking out the door he shouts an "I love you."

I shout a lackluster "Love you too" at him as the door closes and he is gone.

If I had only known...

I am apparently more tired than I thought because when I sit back down on the couch I end up dozing off.

I wake up disoriented and look at my watch.  It's 4:30 am.  

"Geez," I say out loud.

My neck is hurting and I curse myself for passing out here.  Getting old is sucking already.

I grumble and get up to go upstairs but am interrupted by my phone ringing.

"Who the hell would be calling now?" I ask myself.

I don't recognize the number, "Hello?"

"Is this Amy Keagan?" the voice responds.

"Yes," I answer, "what can I do for you this early in the morning?"

I am annoyed and I certainly hope whoever is on the other end knows it.

Obviously the voice knows this, but still continues, "I'm sorry to bother you Ms. Keagan, I am the chief of police for Bridgeport PD.  There's been an accident."

Chapter 69: She Will Be Loved

*AMY'S POV*

"What are you doing here?" I ask accusingly after I pull away from him.  Or did he pull away?  Or...oh, it doesn't matter.

He looks surprised and maybe a little hurt, "That wasn't the reaction I was hoping for."

I step back to clear my head.

Just a refresher:  Mac is my ex-boyfriend - he's also Terry & AJ's best childhood friend.  Everything was going great with us before he got transferred to Bridgeport.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that..." I start, but he starts talking.

"No...I just got excited to see you," he admits.

I raise my eyebrows.  We didn't exactly leave on good terms.  It got kind of hostile the last week he was here.

"Well, that's great..." I say hesitantly but he interrupts me again.

"I'm coming home," he says.

My mouth hits the floor, "Wha-?"

"If you'll have me, I want to come home to you," he continues, "I realized I would rather be here with you than anywhere."

"What about work?" I ask him.

"I can work here," he replies, "I've already put in for a transfer."

"But..." I start.

"None of it matters as much as being with you," he admits and those seem to be the magic words.

Before my head can think about anything, my heart takes over.

I pull him in close and kiss him again...this time I know it's me.

As we kiss, I feel something inside me waking up and taking notice.

The part of me that has been slowly decaying over the past year is coming back to life.

The walls that I've been building are breaking away.

As we pull away he asks, "So I guess that's a yes?"

I smile in reply.  I don't think I could speak if I tried.

So Mac and I pretty much pick up where we left off...minus the fighting at the end.  He still has to work in Bridgeport while his transfer is being processed, but he comes here whenever he's not working.  Every five days he has two days off - sometimes it's a weekend, sometimes not.  I guess it's a good thing I work from home.

It's funny how one person can change my whole outlook on life.  In truth, I was probably heading down the road to bitter as hell - if I wasn't already there.  Now that I'm with Mac I smile all the time.  I don't have a whole lot of time for other people when he's in town, but I try to prioritize.

This is sad to say, but Mac is the first guy in a long time that has looked at me as more than just a piece of ass.  I have had such a long line of guys that just look at me as an easy lay that it was seriously starting to have a negative affect on my ego.  It wasn't that big of a deal when I was younger, but now that I'm getting older I actually want to settle down.  I want to get married, have children, the whole shebang.

Being with Mac has reminded me of that and given me hope that it can actually happen.

I am just getting comfortable in my life when I get a call from Rebecca inviting me out to the beach.

Bec looks great when I see her - she has just gotten back from a tour with Josh and she's full of excitement and stories.

"Damn Sis, it seems like I haven't seen you in forever," she starts.

It's true, being with Mac for some reason has made my sisters want to call me more often and I don't have the time to talk to them when he's in town.

"Well, ya' know how that goes," I start.

"Yeah, yeah, get a man and forget about everyone else huh?" she jokes.

"Hmph, I'm sorry, was I supposed to be sitting in a bubble waiting around for the once or twice a month you actually call me?" I ask her, obviously still a little bitter.

"Yeowch!  Damn Sis, I was just joking," she says.

"I'm sorry...it's just...I don't want to neglect you guys...but..." I stammer.

"I get it," she says, "you're in looove."

I gulp.  Mac and I haven't said the L word to each other yet - which is weird I suppose - it's not that I haven't felt it - I just don't want to jump headfirst and break my skull.

"Okay, okay, enough about that, I actually have some news," she wakes me up from my thoughts.

I raise my eyebrows, "You're not pregnant are you?"

"Oh God no!" she exclaims, "Not for lack of gettin' it on though..."

I roll my eyes before asking, "Okay, so what's you're news?"

"We're moving to Starlight Shores!" she blurts out and my heart leaps into my throat.

"What for?" I ask.

I never get to see her as it is.  If she moves to Starlight Shores it will be worse.

"Josh and I are going to try our hand at acting!"  She exclaims, "Besides, Harmony isn't the scene anymore - everything is in Starlight Shores."

"Well damn.  When is all this taking place?" I ask thinking I might at least have some time.

"Um...actually in a couple days." she replies.

My mouth drops open, "What?!"

"Yeah...um...Kelsey is throwing us a going away party...it's tomorrow." she says.

"What the...?  I wish y'all would tell me shit."  I can't help but be a little peeved.  It seems like lately I'm always the last to know everything.  I understand I kinda lost my mind for awhile there, and then I started dating Mac, but I'm still their sister for crap's sake.

"Come on," Rebecca ignores my annoyance and continues, "just come to the party."

"Fine." I begrudgingly agree.  

I can't stay mad at my sisters...trust me, I've tried.

Rebecca and I spend the day on the beach and let me just say it's perfect.  The sun is beating down and Rebecca's skin is turning from sun-kissed to a warm toasted color while mine is moving from alabaster to antique.

Not that I'm bitter, but we are supposed to have Native American blood in our family and apparently I have nothing but the pasty German and English.

So the next night, Mac, AJ, and I head to Kelsey's for Rebecca's going away party.  

For being a cop, Kelsey's house is always full of trouble.  As soon as we walk in, we see a couple guys kicking the crap out of each other as Kelsey watches.

"What the hell is going on?" I ask Josh.

Josh shrugged and laughed, "Kelsey apparently set up two different dates for tonight and forgot about them."

I roll my eyes.

Kelsey is busy keeping her guests from breaking everything in the house when I hear a little coo and a tug on my pant leg.

I look down at Melody's sweet face and my heart melts.

Even though it's still hard sometimes thinking about how lucky my sisters are for having children where I still haven't had any, I have warmed to my nieces.

Melody reaches up with her chubby little arms and I pick her up.

"Well hey there, Mel Bell," I greet her.

I am answered with gurgles and coos.  Kelsey says she talks but refuses to most of the time.

She starts sniffling and closing and opening her eyes, so I'm assuming she's tired.

AJ and Mac are busy watching Rebecca and Josh play dueling guitars, and Kelsey is tending to one of guys from the fight, so I head upstairs with Melody, grabbing a book as I go.

I don't even get through the entire thing before she's out.

I sigh and head back downstairs to the party.  As much as my heart longs for a child of my own, I know I have to pace myself with Mac.  We just started dating again, there's no way we can have a baby now.

*AUTUMN* 

Three months pass quickly and before I can blink, the crisp autumn air arrives.

Mac is still coming back and forth between here and Bridgeport, but we now have a date scheduled for the transfer.  He should be here full time in two weeks, the week after Halloween.

When he comes in, we make plans to go to the Fall Festival.

"I hope you know that your ass is toast when it comes to this contest baby," I joke with him before we start the pie-eating contest.

"Please, like you can out-eat me!" he scoffs.

"Look at your skinny ass," I tell him, "you don't have anywhere to put these things!"

Well, as it turns out, we both lose to this little waif looking chick that is probably going to go throw all the pies up.

I look over at him and bust out laughing, "Look at you!"

He lightly touches a piece of cherry that is stuck to his face and chuckles, "You don't look much better sweetheart."

"Ugh," I laugh some more, "We're both a mess...I don't know how I'm ever going to get all this off."

He turns to me with a mischievous look in his eye and I laugh because I can't help but love this man.

Just when I think he's going to hug me, he plants a big, cherry-covered face kiss all over mine.  Something like that used to make my OCD kick in and freak out about the mess, but now I just laugh.

As I pull away laughing I gasp, "I love you."

He smiles and replies, "I love you too."

It isn't the first time we have uttered those words, but for some reason they feel more meaningful.  

He pulls away from me and I turn around to go when he grabs my hand.

I turn around and he's down on one knee.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

His voice is a little shaky but he starts to speak, "I have never met anyone like you.  I fall in love with you more every day and I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

I gasp as he reaches into his pocket...

...and I am in tears when he pulls out a ring.

"Will you marry me?" he asks.

I can't speak, so I ferociously nod.

He smiles and slips the ring on my finger.

He gets up and wraps his arms around me and I can't help thinking that my life is close to perfect right now.

And for the first time in years I actually have hope that it will stay this way.

Chapter 68: If You Ain't Got Two Kids by 21 You're Probably Gonna Die Alone - Southern Rules

*AMY'S POV*

As much as I usually detest AJ, his idea to get out in the sun is a good one.  I'll be damned if I tell him that though.  He's cocky enough already.

"Ohhhhh yeah" just as soon as I'm about to let my eyes close peacefully, I am interrupted.

"What did I tell you?" I begin, "I would only come out here if you promised not to speak."

"That wasn't speaking," AJ protests, "that was just a moan of pure ecstasy."

"Don't make me gag..." I start.

"...actually it makes me sad that I have to tell you that..." he still speaks.

"Har har har," I reply.

"Just thought I would remind you...it's been awhile hasn't it?" he quips.

Ugh.  Why?  Why of all the people in my life AJ is the one that I am stuck with?  Well, I guess that's what happens when everyone takes off and either gets married or starts having babies.  

I really thought by now I would be in at least one of those categories.  The funny thing is I could do without getting married - I don't need an overgrown man child anyway - but I really want to be a mother.

I would like to say that the pain of losing Adam is gone.  I would like to say that I don't still sit up nights wondering what he's doing now, what he looks like, if he's walking, talking, laughing...if he's happy... 

It's amazing how such a little life can leave such a huge mark.

 I realize now that he was never mine to begin with and I should have known that from the start, but that realization doesn't make things any easier.

So where do I go from here?

My situation hasn't really changed.

Zoey is living in Butterfly Acres with Terry and just got done decorating their newly built house.  It's everything she has ever wanted and I couldn't be happier for her...I just miss her.

We've been talking about my moving there, but I don't want to leave my sisters just yet.  They might need me one of these days.

Speaking of my sisters, Rebecca is busy with Josh currently on one of those tours that their record labels love.  Apparently they are the new "it" couple in country music.  They recently bought a beautiful Mexican-styled house about a block away from me as their home base, but they are always gone and Brody is either with them or his dad.

Regardless, I don't get to see any of them enough.

As for Kelsey, she's been a busy one.  She still lives in the brownstone she used to share with her husband, now ex, Eddie.  Very soon after her divorce she had another little girl she named Melody, so she has two daughters now.  Two.  Two daughters and I can't even get one.  Well, I guess she's the lucky one.

If I sound bitter it's because I am.  I don't get to spend enough time with Kelsey either....

...in all honesty I'm probably avoiding her.  I found out she was pregnant again right after Randi left with Adam and even though I know it's not her fault and I would sooner take a bullet to the head than make her feel bad because she got to have a baby and I didn't, me and my broken head did not handle her pregnancy well.

Yeah, I know life isn't fair, but I just want it to swing in my favor at least once in awhile.

I guess that's too much to ask.

If I want a baby I know I can go the sperm donor route and honestly I'm not sure why I haven't already done it.

I've talked about it with my dad and my grandfather and they both adamantly oppose me trying to get pregnant without a husband.  

Why?

I'm really not sure, but for some reason it's better to get accidentally knocked up when you're not married than actually trying to have a baby when you're settled and ready but single.

*Sigh*  Another one of those "Rules of the South" that make no sense.

I have also discovered that I am considered an old maid, having never been married at my age according to southern rules.  Frig.

Of course all these rules don't really apply to men.  As long as they have a job and are generally good at yard work they're fine.  They can always marry a young woman to pop out a dozen babies and keep their house at any age.  How is that fair?

Either way, AJ is apparently taking full advantage of this double standard.  He works - even though it's as a waiter and only for tips he gets by.

Ultimately he is still AJ.

When he's not working or picking up women, he occupies the rest of his time by irritating me and fulfilling his manly duties by keeping the yard nice and gardening.  I'm not sure what benefit he gets from getting on my nerves other than entertainment, but he says gardening relaxes him and I'm not one to turn down fresh produce.  It's summer time right now, so I'm anxious to get tomatoes, summer squash, and whatever else he can get to grow.

Oh Lordy, I guess by now it's obvious that I'm pretty bitter.  I don't know how it happened, but I figure I just need to let it run its course and see if it doesn't get better...eventually.

I tell Kelsey my theory about "Southern Rules" and how I have apparently broken them all by being more concerned with getting us all out of poverty than getting married and having a family.

She was pretty speechless.

*KELSEY'S POV*

I am really starting to worry about Sis.  She never answers her phone when I call her, she hardly ever shows up when Rebecca's in town and we have family dinners, and when she does she sits around bitching and ranting about the weirdest things.

I mean, we're all crazy sarcastic bitches and I love that about us, but I think she's finally gone off the deep end.

I can't help but think that it's partially my fault...well, maybe fault isn't the right word, but she has acted differently toward me ever since I told her I was pregnant with Melody.

I would normally have told her who Melody's father is - remember?  My nephew's father?  Rebecca's ex-boyfriend and baby daddy?  If Melody wasn't such a blessing in my life that would really mess me up.

I mostly just don't think about it.

Of course Richard doesn't know and he's smart enough (or stupid enough?) to just shut up about how odd it is that I had a baby after we hooked up.

Yeah, all this has pretty much made me decide that it's time to grow the fuck up.

Having two little girls, that's not really a problem.  Ivy and Melody both keep me massively busy.

Thankfully I don't have to go back to work until Melody starts school.

Either way, after meeting with "Crazy Sissy" I am even more concerned.

"...and she just kept going on and on about being a Southern Old Maid...what the hell is she talking about?" I tell AJ.  I decided that because he's rooming with her maybe he has some insight.

He shrugs, "She never really talks to me."

"Do you make an effort?" I ask.

"I try to get her out, off the couch...I know she has changed since Zoey moved away...and ever since that bitch changed her mind about her baby..." he tells me.

I look down.  I can't help but feel guilty and angry at the same time.  How can my sister make me feel so guilty when I'm supposed to be blissfully happy right now?  But how can I be so blissfully happy when she's hurting?  I sigh.  It's not like I did it to hurt her.  

The only thing I did was get accidentally pregnant...and not with her ex-boyfriend...hmph.  If anyone should be mad at me it should be Rebecca...but we're not going to talk about that.

"What do you want me to do?" he asks.

"I don't know..." I reply.

"Ya' know, I could always bring out Dr. Love...might cheer her right up," he sneers.

I punch him.

Not hard and in the arm, but I think we can all agree that he actually deserves a swift kick to the nuts.

"Yeah, look will you just try and be nice to her?" I ask him.

"She'll be suspicious if I do that," he says rubbing his arm.

I glare at him, "Well at least try to get her out of the house?  Maybe get her to make some friends or something?"

"Why don't you take her out?" he asks.

"BECAUSE SHE'S MAD AT ME BECAUSE I HAVE BABIES!" I shout at him.  Judging from the surprised look he's giving me that was probably an overreaction.

His mouth sits agape for a second before he answers, "I will never understand women."

"Believe me, it isn't any clearer on this side," I tell him before I go.

*AJ'S POV*

How in the hell am I supposed to handle a crazy woman?  I thought Amy was kind of nutty when I first met her, but now she's really gone off the edge and damned if I know what to do.

Her sisters leave her alone and Zoey is with T in the BA.  

So it's all on me.  Thanks guys.

Maybe I should get her to...

Wait, this is Amy we're talking about...getting her to do anything is like trying to get a steak away from a rottweiler.

Good Lord, that woman is frustrating.

It's not like she hasn't tried to get out of her funk...she tried to take up painting...buuut...she pretty much sucks at it...

So I take her out with me and she slams maybe four vodka shots in the first five minutes we're there and I think she's having a good time dancing with this dude...maybe she'll even take him home, getting a little action might cheer her right up...I know it always does for me.

Of course this isn't the face of a woman having a good time.  She looks like she's bored...or trying not to puke from drinking too much too fast.

So I head to the bar to think...and drink...and maybe flirt with the cute bartender...

Hey, just because she's lost her marbles doesn't mean I can't have a little companionship.

Wait...that makes me think of something.  So I get out my phone.

"Dude, I need your help with something." I start.

*AMY'S POV*

On the morning of the fourth of July party AJ convinced me to throw I am abruptly awoken by screaming obscenities coming from outside...

"What the hell?" I ask myself as I get out of bed and run to the window.

Outside I see AJ yelling and cussing up a storm.

He's read in the face so obviously he's really mad.

I listen a little closer to see what his problem is and I hear,

"M....F....DEER!  KEEP THE HELL OUT OF MY GARDEN!  IF YOU COME BACK I'M COOKING YOU FOR DINNER!!!"

Then he walks back to where his garden is on the side of the house.  I can see where something has eaten a couple of his plants and he's standing in front of them pissed as hell...

I can't help but chuckle.  I know he's really mad and I shouldn't laugh, but damned if he doesn't crack me up when he's pissed off.

...and I seem to remember telling him he needed to build a fence around his garden, but did he listen?  No.  This makes me laugh even more.

I laugh all the way back to my room and change into my bathing suit for the party.

When I get downstairs AJ is in the kitchen grumbling.

"You okay?" I ask him innocently.

All I get in response is a jumbled response, "Nothin...g-d it...effin' deer...gonna take me all day...wanna kill that asshole..."

I raise my eyebrows and continue with the innocent act, "What happened?"

He finally looks at me and reminds me so much of a little boy having a tantrum I almost can't keep the smile from showing up on my face.

"Effin' deer got in my garden," he replies, "I chased him away."

I scoff and roll my eyes.  I'm sure he and his manly manliness chased that deer off.  

"What?!" he sort of shouts at me.

"Nothing," I say barely stifling my laughter.

"No, whatever you're going to say just say it," he apparently wants to pick a fight.  Okay, game on.

"Nothing, it's just that...didn't I tell you that you probably needed to build a fence to keep critters out?" I ask.

If I know anything about men they hate two things: 1) derogatory comments about their hair, favorite sports team, or penis size and 2) they hate when someone knows a little more about something than they do.

Funny thing is I couldn't grow a weed in a rain forest but my grandfather is a farmer and he fenced everything he had.

"I don't need no damn fence...!" he starts shouting.

I interrupt, "Well obviously you do because a deer got into your garden."

"Well, I didn't need one until now," he fumes, "it's probably deer season or something."

"Yeah, I'm sure that's it..." I say sarcastically but he's heading out the door.

I call after him, "Where are you going?"

"To build an G-D fence," he yells back.

Hmph.  Men.

Our party ends up being kind of fun.  The college co-ed AJ has been seeing lately and her brother are the only ones that show up, but it was still fun.  We play music, drink, and fix hot dogs on the grill.

Later in the afternoon, AJ yells at me, "Hey, I think I hear someone at the door!"

"So go answer it!" I yell back.

"I'm busy," he says.

I roll my eyes and walk around the side of the house.  He's such a lazy ass.

As I walk up to the door I see a police officer standing there and start to freak out.

"Can I help you officer?" I ask, already worried.

A familiar voice answers me, "Only if you can tell me where I can find the most amazing woman I have ever met."

"Mac?"

Sure enough, it's my ex-boyfriend...the one that moved to Bridgeport and had to break up with me.

"What are you doing here?" I ask him.

"Well, I was thinking about some things..." he starts.

"Yeah?" I encourage him.

"And...well..." he continues.

As I expect him to answer he leans forward...

...and begins to kiss me.