Well, I certianly had a lot to think about. That night after Jon left, I did not get much sleep.
I took out my frustrations on those “flipping weeds” **LOL** in the garden.
The next morning I stared at the number in my hand and my cell phone, too nervous to make the call. I looked at Maxi and knew that I would not want her to grow up without a daddy present in her life as I had without my mom.
With trembling fingers I punched the number into the phone and waited for the call to be picked up on the other side. I had phoned so early the receptionist was not there and Dr. Wilson answered the phone himself.
When I told him my name was Morticia CrinkleWinkle, he told me that Jon had mentioned to him I might call. He said that although he could not reveal the name of the person who had requested Jon’s erm.. genetics *lol*, because of breach of confidentiality, he could confirm, with Jon’s pre-given permission, that Jon had delivered a sample and that said cup had successfully sowed its oats in the belly of Ms. X.
Well in more technical terms that that, but I could not remember all the waffle.
The relief I felt and the weight that lifted off my heart was immense. I ran out into the garden and played in the sprinkler like a lunatic and my heart sang with joy.
I called Jon and asked him to come over, his voice sounded so happy and he rushed over straight away.
I did not want to lose this man that I loved so dearly, I asked him if he would like to go steady. He said YES!! YAY, I was so overjoyed.
We just held each other in the garden for ages and I cried on his shoulder and held onto him tightly. He smelled so heavenly, it reminded me of the smell of pine needles and the relieved scorched earth after a spring thundershower. My knees went like jelley and I gazed up into his eyes. The man I loved with all my heart had finally commited himself to ME.
**HAH!! take that Ms. Constance! I mean Ms. X *cough* oops, did i say that??**
We kissed long and slow, and I swayed in his arms as my head was spinning with emotion and raw animal magnetism.
**sheesh get the fire hose… this man was HOT!**
Of course we had to discuss it inevitably. He told me that I had made an enemy of Constance and that proberbly this would be affecting my work performance when I got back.
I said I did not care and in a moment of brilliance **giggle**, even if I do dare say so myself…
I replied, in the immortal words of Ms. Scarlett…
“I can’t think about that right now. If I do, I’ll go crazy. I’ll think about that tomorrow.”