Wish Come True (The Blogger Diaries Trilogy Book 3) (20 page)

When we finally made it to Jason’s neighborhood, we got a laugh at someone canoeing down one of the roads, relief flooding us when we saw no damage had been done to his family home. There was debris everywhere, but nothing Jason and his dad would need help cleaning up themselves.
 

We got back a couple hours later, stayed one more night with my brother, then decided to make our way home. Jason’s dad had bought two generators before the hurricane hit, so we felt like we were living like kings, while tons of other people went without electricity and hot water around us. Even though it was a complete disaster, I feel a little bad for saying it was also kind of fun. Not wanting to use up gasoline on things like television or computers, we spent our time playing board games and actually talking to each other. Although I feel terrible for the people who weren’t as lucky as us in the outcome of the storm, it was an experience I’m glad we went through, because it brought us even closer together.

October:

Probably my favorite trip thus far visiting Jason, our October trip was awesome! We dressed Tooty up like Little Red Riding Hood and took her around his neighborhood, his Mom, now officially named Mimi by Josalyn, proudly walking her up to her friends’ doors to show off her adopted granddaughter.
 

But the best part of the trip: I finally got to meet Jason’s best friend, Logan. He’s the Marine who Jason had joined with. Up until now, I had never met him, because he was stationed at Camp Pendleton in California, or deployed overseas. He was home on leave, and I was super excited to meet him, since I’d heard so many stories of their misadventures as teenagers, and because I’d been friends with him on MySpace for quite some time now, after Jason told him we were getting serious.
 

My first thought when I’d seen his profile pic was “He looks like a douchebag.” He was wearing a white wife-beater and baggy jeans and looked like he was trying to make an intimidating face. This was
not
the case when meeting him in person. Dressed in a nice polo shirt, jeans, and white K-Swiss shoes, his dark blond hair in a perfect high-and-tight, Jason’s best friend was a hottie. Muscles… muscles everywhere.
 

Josalyn instantly latched onto him (God, she is definitely my daughter). And just like Jason, she immediately wrapped him securely around her little finger. She wasn’t happy unless she was sitting on his lap. The boys got their amusement, learning she couldn’t pronounce her R’s yet, so they made her say the word
fork
, cackling like twelve-year-olds when her sweet baby voice sounded like she was saying
fuck.
Even I giggled when Logan took it to a whole new level, telling her to say mother-forker. She beamed at me when the guys exploded with laughter when she repeated it back to him.

Jason’s parents watched Josalyn one night so we could go out with Logan, and it was so much fun hearing
his
side of the tales Jason had told me. It was a night full of laughter and good times, especially when after a few drinks, they decided they were awesome at doing the robot and had a dance battle.
 

Also during the trip, it was Jason and Logan’s friend Kano’s wedding. I dressed Josalyn in an adorable baby pink velvet dress with grey polka dots and black patent-leather Mary Jane shoes, and we accompanied Jason to the celebration. When we arrived, Logan was there in his dress blue deltas, looking devastatingly handsome. It’s a good thing Jason is not a jealous man, because I couldn’t help drooling over the hunk. There is nothing like a man in uniform. Being from Fayetteville, I’d never been around a Marine before. Their dress uniform is definitely way hotter than the Army and Air Force ones I’m used to seeing. With Logan’s bright blue eyes and amazing, contagious ever-present smile, it wasn’t hard to understand why the two friends had been the perfect wingmen for each other back in the day. They were complete opposites, Logan with his boy-next-door, handsome, good guy, Captain America vibe, and Jason with his dark features and bad-boy thing going on, they made quite the pair.
 

On one of the last days there, we made the two-hour drive north to the Texas Renaissance Festival. Holy shitballs! If I thought the one in Raleigh was cool, the one in Todd Mission, TX… this was a case where ‘Everything’s bigger in Texas’ was actually true! (Oh, Gavin. Nice truck, sorry about your penis. Hehe!) Squirrel!

The day before we left, Logan came over to Jason’s house to hang out, not knowing Jason would be at school for a couple more hours. My periods had been super weird the past couple months, and at one point, my cycle was completely opposite—on my period for twenty-one days, then off it for only seven. I hadn’t started my period when I was supposed to this month, and since I didn’t have a car to drive, I awkwardly asked Logan if he’d run me up to the Dollar Tree so I could buy a pregnancy test. What was funny was there was no weirdness between us, and he didn’t seem to think anything of it. I ran into the store and bought the test quickly while he waited in the car with Josalyn.
 

I took the test as soon as we got back to Jason’s house, and not surprisingly, since Jason can’t have kids, it was negative. This just meant I needed to go to the doctor whenever I got home to see what the hell was going on with my body.
 

And finally, November:
 

I spent a lot of time with Jenna last month. I’d missed her terribly after not working with her every day since I quit. One night, she called me completely out-of-her-mind excited, because some MMA fighter named Brock Lesner was going to be at Husk Hardware, a really nice bar and restaurant in Downtown Fayetteville, signing autographs after the fight at the Crown Coliseum. One, I had no idea who the dude was, and two, I didn’t even know Jenna liked MMA, but nonetheless, it sounded like fun, so we got dolled up and went to see him. Holy giant, Batman! He was literally a half a person taller than me, and like five times as wide. Super sweet though, and gave one hell of a hug.

Jenna and I went to Chili’s one night, something we do quite often, even if it’s just to go eat chips and salsa and grab some drinks. But on this particular night, we were hell bent on going to get tattoos. We didn’t care
what
; we just knew
where
we wanted them: behind our right ears. The Chop Shop was already closed by the time we had this grand plan, so we went to a place we knew off Yadkin Road that stayed open late. We went through all the posters on the walls, and she ended up choosing some cute little stars and hearts, and I chose a pink flower with a long green stem. Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt at all. Just the sound of the tattoo gun right in your ear was really irritating.

On a different note, the doctors had no explanation for my periods being so off lately, and the only thing they could think to do to fix it was to switch my birth control. I got off my pills and switched to the NuvaRing, and thankfully my cycle was back to being predictable by the time Jason and I got to see each other again.
 

I got Mom and myself tickets to see Lisa Williams Live! Oh, my gosh! I had become obsessed with her show on Lifetime, her freaking me out with her amazing clairvoyant ability. I don’t care what people say; that shit is real. And seeing her live was extraordinary. Originally, I had gotten Mom the ticket just so I wouldn’t have to go by myself, but it turns out she's a believer too. She told me a story on the way to the event about how she’d gone to see a psychic soon after her little sister had passed away years before I was born. It was mostly to get closure, and I was happy to hear it when Mom said she’d found it by going to see the medium.
 

Speaking of the paranormal, I went and saw
Twilight
at midnight when it released November 21
^st
. I absolutely loved the books and couldn’t wait to see my Edward Cullen on the big screen. I couldn’t care less I was there by myself, because I wasn’t. I was there with a bunch of other girls with a love of paranormal romance books, and I even told a few about my blog. They said they couldn’t wait to look me up so they could read some reviews and pick out their next book.

A couple of days later, Jason came to see us, since he had time off for Thanksgiving. By now, we had phone sex regularly, and I was no longer shy about it. But we thought it would be a great idea to hold out for like a week, not taking care of ourselves, that way when we made love when he came to visit, it would feel extra good. And damn if we weren’t abso-freakin’-lutely right!
 

Mom thought it was silly for him to pay for a hotel, because we’ve now been together for nearly a year, so he just stayed at our house. I had moved into my old bedroom the month before, instead of staying in the same room with Josalyn, so we didn’t have to worry about the weirdness of sleeping together next to a crib.
 

This was kind of a milestone-reaching visit for us. I had wanted to get Josalyn’s pictures made for Christmas cards, and when we took her to Wal-Mart to get them taken, the photographer asked if Jason and I would like a couple of the two of us. At my expectant look, he agreed, and we ended up with some really great shots that I bought several prints of. Jason asked if I’d save him some to give his mom for Christmas, which I thought was sweet.
 

We spent Thanksgiving at my Aunt Peggy’s house, and Jason got to meet several of my cousins, including the one I had grown up super close to, Brittany, who announced she was pregnant! We filled our bellies and hung out for a long time before we went home, enjoying the time with my crazy family.

This time wasn’t so hard telling him goodbye, because I knew exactly when I’d see him again. Josalyn and I would be making the trip to Texas, flying out the day after Christmas, and we’d be there for New Year, my first time spending my favorite holiday with Jason!

So now you’re all caught up on my adventures the past several months, and in a couple weeks, I’ll be on my way to see my honey!
 

December 27, 2008

Josalyn and I got to Houston yesterday, and then made the drive to Beaumont this morning to spend the day with Jason’s mom’s family. It was fun meeting them, especially since his gorgeous cousin Lisa had little girls close in age to Josalyn for her to play with while we were there.
 

We opened up presents, and I was surprised when a couple were handed to me from his mom. They were a beautiful pair of sterling silver earrings she and Dad got in Greece on their cruise a few months ago, and a matching necklace. Jason surprised me with tickets to go see the Trans-Siberian Orchestra perform at the Toyota Center tomorrow night. I was ecstatic. He couldn’t have picked anything better than that. I just hope I’m feeling a little better when we go.

That morning, I told Jason I felt… weird. I wasn’t sick, and it didn’t even feel like I might be
getting
sick. I just felt off. Like my equilibrium wasn’t quite balanced. Maybe it was PMS. I had taken my NuvaRing out so I could have my period, but it’d been four days and it still hadn’t come. Maybe it was just the stress of traveling that had my body off, but I just couldn’t shake the unbalanced feeling.
 

So, as we drive back to Friendswood, having left Beaumont about an hour and half ago, I ask him to stop at the Dollar Tree so I can get a pregnancy test. I’ve had to do this a couple times before. I don’t know what it is, but the routine is: my period doesn’t come for unknown reasons—stress, change in season, the moon and stars aligning funky, I don’t know—but it waits long enough that I start questioning if I’m pregnant or not. Then, I take a pregnancy test, it comes up negative, and the next day, I finally start.
 

Josalyn rode home in Mimi and Papa’s car, so Jason and I drove straight to the store and went inside. Having done this a few times now, I went directly to where they hung in the health and hygiene aisle and grabbed one.
 

“Just one?” Jason asks, taking another off the hanger and flipping it over to read the back.

“I mean, I know I’m not pregnant. I’m on birth control, and your swimmers are missing their fins, so this is really just a superstitious thing I do to wake my uterus up, like, ‘Yo, bitch. We ain’t pregnant. Hurry up and bleed already and get it over with, hooker.’”

He laughs and pulls me to him with an arm around my lower back. “Oh, yeah, girl. Talk dirty to me,” he growls playfully.
 

“You’re like, the only guy on the face of the planet who doesn’t get the least bit squeamish when it comes to period shit. I kinda love that about you.” I smile and lean up on my tiptoes to kiss him before turning in his arms and getting in line to check out.

When we get back to his house, I head toward the back to his bathroom to take the test while he uses the one by the kitchen. He drank two Red Bulls and a Coke on the drive back and said he was about to explode. I’m doing the I-gotta-peepee dance myself, and when I sit down, I realize I forgot to grab anything to do my business in for the test. I look around for a second and spot the red Solo cup in the tub that Josalyn was playing with during her bath last night and reach in to grab it.