Adam Blake - 59. Chapter 59

I didn’t move too fast today, I did walk down to the dock, sat on it with my feet in the water, watching the small fish come up and nibbled. I just laid back on the dock and fell asleep. I woke up very quickly when someone dumped a bucket of water on me. I jumped up and Marie was laughing. “You looked too peaceful.”

She sat down beside me, “That’s what I needed today, peace. It’s been a hectic two weeks.”

“How is the child with apnea?”

“He’s fine now, your doctor friend is a nice guy and why did you invite him to our wedding when I haven’t asked you to marry me?”

“Your mother asked me to marry you.”

I started to laugh. “I asked you one time and you said no. Now it is your turn and I expect a ring.”

“Do you really expect me to ask you?”

“Yes, I asked you and you said no. So if you want to marry me, you need to ask me.”

She looked at me and I knew she was up to no good. She dipped that bucket before I could get up and get another bucket of water on me, she dumped it on me. When she bent over to get another bucket, I bumped her hip and she fell in. I was laughing and didn’t see her grab my leg and pulled me in. There we were, both sitting in the pond with our clothes on, soaking wet, laughing. I just pulled her back and kissed her. We were now laying in the pond, with just our heads above the water.

“I came over to have dinner with you and Mom and Dad. Now I need to go back home and change.”

“Me too, bring your dad over.”

I helped her up and into her boat. I went into the house, “What happened to you?”

“I fell to sleep and rolled into the pond.”

“Are you sure you’re ok?”

“Yes, I just need a hot shower and dry clothes. I’ll be ok.”

I did shower and was getting dressed when I heard a car pulling in. It must be George and Marie, walking downstairs and that’s who it was.

I sat down on the sofa, Dad and George were on the porch and Mom was in the kitchen making something. Then I had a terrible thought. I hope she isn’t making an English dish.

“What did you tell your mom?”

“I fell asleep and rolled into the pond.” She started to laugh, now when Marie laughs, she laughs and soon she had me laughing as well. She won’t stop laughing so I kissed her. She still kept laughing, “You know it wasn’t that funny.”

“I know but suppose she had caught us, then it would’ve been funny.”

“No, she would smile and go and plan the wedding.”

“What do you mean to go and plan, she has already planned it.”

I looked at Marie, and I knew Mom was listening. “Marie let's elope, No fuss, no headaches, we’re adults we can go anywhere and get married, what do you say?”

You could almost hear Mom gasp. “We may have to before too long or the baby will be born before we’re married.” That did it. Mom, turned and looked at me, then looked at Marie.

“Tell me you aren’t pregnant and not going to elope.”

“Mom, have you been eavesdropping on our conversation?”

“No, Adam your mother would never do that. She’s such a lovely person. Please help me up and I’ll go help her with dinner.”

“Of course, I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself and the baby.”

We couldn’t keep it up anymore and we started to laugh. Dad and George came in and look at us, Mom was mad. “What’s going on?”

“Mom was eavesdropping on Marie and my conversation, so we started to talk about eloping for the baby’s sake.”

“They are cruel.”

“Mother, you shouldn’t be eavesdropping. I remember sitting on a swing at your house and your dad was recording everything we said in case you were pregnant and had to get married. If I remember right you got pretty mad.”

“You had to bring that up, this is different.”

“Marie, since we won’t be getting any dinner, what do you have in your refrigerator?”

“You’re not going anywhere. Sit down dinner is ready.”

“I’ll say Grace. Lord forgive my mother, I know she means well. She is so full of love she can’t wait to spoil Marie and my children. Give her peace Lord and give her patience. We give thanks for this food she has prepared for us and may it strengthen us to do your work, amen.”

“That wasn’t a funny thing to do.”

“Mom, God has a sense of humor. You didn’t, tell me you didn’t try and make onion pie?”

“I thought you liked it and that was why you told me. It’s good, try it.”

It was good, as good as what I had in England. “Mom, it’s as good as I had in England, but please don’t make this too often, it’s loaded with carbs, I think that’s why I felt so tired this week, too many carbs.”

I think all my mom heard was it is as good as I had in England. That was it.