Chapter 30. Tears and Smiles
‟I’m glad you are out of the hospital, I couldn’t wait for us to get back to the Wizard.” Kaylee sat down on the floor, next to the chair he kept his arm on. ‟But, I signed the papers and sent them off when I was here. You had two sets, one to send and one to keep. I signed both sets so we can keep them on file here.”
With a sigh, he nodded.
‟So, we are no longer married as soon as the clerk of the court signs and stamps it. You did it how I told you to do it?”
‟I’m so sorry. But I have to get home outside of Portland, Glenn is asking for me. My sister says he is going to ask me to marry him.” Kaylee couldn’t help the tear that ran down her face as she sniffled.
‟Oh, poop.” She gave a sad laugh. “I promised myself I wouldn’t cry.”
‟Yeah.” Tom choked on the knot in his throat. ‟I knew this day would come. The month is up.”
Kaylee rested her chin on his knee.
‟If it makes you feel any better, I almost shredded the papers. You have been better than Glenn has ever been,” She took a big breath. “But I grew up with him and we have planned to marry each other as far back as I can remember. He asked me to marry him at my sixth birthday party. He wrote it in a birthday card, in crayon.”
Tom laughed. “Do you still have it?”
‟Don’t laugh. But yes.” Kaylee bit him gently on the knee. ‟It’s silly, I know. He has also been a bit of a butthead and stupid over all the years. Once he’d gotten drunk, fell into a pool, sank like a stone and I had to save him. We have history.”
‟And we don’t?” Tom sounded more harsh than he intended. ‟In the last month, we have set new records that even newlyweds everywhere would dream of.”
‟Not fair. You have an advantage. Not many men get married and fly away on their own jet plane. Fewer still can write a children’s series like you have.” Kaylee shook her head as she named off Tom’s points. ‟You have more than most college students, and that is what Glenn is, a college student. That’s what I am. And you are a rogue, an explorer. You are a pirate! A Steam-Punk King Pirate who has stolen my heart, but I have a promise to keep.”
‟You made that promise when you were all of six-years-old. I’m not so sure that might count.” Tom nodded.
‟Does a promise have a lower age limit?”
‟Uh. No, I suppose not.” Tom was not wanting to pick a fight like that. “A promise is a promise.”
‟No. My father always told me a promise is something to keep. Things change, say if Glenn was gay or I died in a plan crash.” Kaylee gave him a playful sock on the thigh. ‟Then that voids the promise. But we are still alive and I can assure you Glenn is hetero, fully hetero.”
‟Okay.” Tom slouched in the chair. The stress of the last eighteen-days exhausted him. ‟You have always been my first concern. I held on to the hope you would decide to give us more of a try. Even now, I see you are not sure.”
‟No… no. No, I’m not sure. You have made me mad a few times since the first morning. But it was an exciting mad. You are a maddening, wonderful, frustrating, crazy, super-smart guy that makes me want to pull out all your chest hair.” Kaylee and Tom laughed at the same time. ‟And I would love to stay here.”
‟But I have to at least try to keep my promise.”
‟Agreed.” Tom nodded. Upset as he was, it actually helped to talk to her.
Kaylee also nodded.
First and always she would be friends with Tom and she knew he put her first. She would always put him first, except for the promise she made Glenn.
The promise of a six-year-old girl to the boy she grew up with.
Taking Tom by his good arm, she pulled him to the bedroom in the back of the plane.
‟For now, however, I am STILL your wife and you have neglected me.”
‟Oh! Doctor Kaylee , I’ve been occupied. Perhaps you have heard of this minor wound I suffered. I had to take a stitch or three to get a smaller scar.”
‟Well, I have the cure for you to forget that ache for a while.” Winking and pulling him as she walked backwards.
In the last few days, she had not realized that the tension she had building in her was a jet engine about to blow a gasket.
Now that she thought of it, there was more than a gasket she was going to blow.
The night in the plane was somewhat louder than it had been in the last ten days.
The world would envy, and sometimes pity, the husband that night. Kaylee did things to Thomas Harrison Harte that became legend in his mind and illegal in forty states and Washington, D.C.
In the end, Kaylee laughed harder than she had in the last few days.