/three weeks and counting
Home a week and Andy had been working harder than she'd ever worked in her life... only not just at work.
Sure, she'd gone into the MNPD and qualified with her marksmanship exercises; 92% averages across the board which, for a woman who had been out of the game for a while too long, wasn't bad at all. It put her on the squad she wanted and the team she'd been hoping for and that was more than she could have asked for as a transfer coming in. It meant that she didn't get the shit shifts or anything. It also meant that she'd get the month of July for her wedding.
Wedding preparations has been going well, too. Rather than try and find something in a shop or online for what she wanted to wear, she'd finally taken Charlie's advice and decided to have it made personally. Sure, it was quite a bit more to have it done that way but her father had interjected there and told her that she was the one daughter who hadn't come to him for anything else over the years and he'd saved for her wedding. Now that she was self-sufficient and didn't need him, he wanted to do this much for her. Her sister had told him what she'd been worrying most about and even though it was basically a dress for a party, she deserved to look pretty and like princess for a day.
Invitations were simple, flowers were easy, though it was when she went to find the plumeria that Tucker casually mentioned her and his credit cards. She made appointments for cake tasting for the following week but, as she came back to the credit card issue, she couldn't quite get past something in her mind and decided to bring it up to Tucker as soon as possible. A pre-nup.
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Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Emma hadn't been able to stop Ruth from talking about Disneyland for over a week. That had been followed by horses and more horses and now her daughter was convinced that she wanted to work with horses for the rest of her life.
Every time Sam Potter had to go near them, Ruth was there to do whatever he asked of her. She took his every direction without complaint or whine. In every other moment of her life she was the stereotypical five year old, but not when it came to working with the horses. Not around Sam. She talked his ear off on a myriad of topics and, after a while, Emma gave up trying to hold her daughter back.
It bothered her a little that Jameson hadn't said anything about her finding work at another diner or doing anything else, but he seemed content to just have her there. To be honest, her body seemed content to just be there, and not in the way that he made her content every night. It was if she was finally relaxing and releasing five years worth of stress.
She'd taken over the easy aspects of his house - the cleaning, the cooking and the laundry - and she liked it. She liked seeing him work with his dad and when she thought he wasn't looking, she just watched him.
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When the invite came, Emma was immediately nervous. She knew full well that Tucker Jones didn't care for her and she worried that Ruth would bother Tucker's girlfriend - FIANCEE - since the woman seemed so much more than what she was.
Nevertheless, when they pulled up, Andy smiled at Tucker and nodded at the table she'd just finished setting. "Be nice. He's your friend, but that's the woman he's chosen to love."
Sure, she'd gone into the MNPD and qualified with her marksmanship exercises; 92% averages across the board which, for a woman who had been out of the game for a while too long, wasn't bad at all. It put her on the squad she wanted and the team she'd been hoping for and that was more than she could have asked for as a transfer coming in. It meant that she didn't get the shit shifts or anything. It also meant that she'd get the month of July for her wedding.
Wedding preparations has been going well, too. Rather than try and find something in a shop or online for what she wanted to wear, she'd finally taken Charlie's advice and decided to have it made personally. Sure, it was quite a bit more to have it done that way but her father had interjected there and told her that she was the one daughter who hadn't come to him for anything else over the years and he'd saved for her wedding. Now that she was self-sufficient and didn't need him, he wanted to do this much for her. Her sister had told him what she'd been worrying most about and even though it was basically a dress for a party, she deserved to look pretty and like princess for a day.
Invitations were simple, flowers were easy, though it was when she went to find the plumeria that Tucker casually mentioned her and his credit cards. She made appointments for cake tasting for the following week but, as she came back to the credit card issue, she couldn't quite get past something in her mind and decided to bring it up to Tucker as soon as possible. A pre-nup.
_______
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Emma hadn't been able to stop Ruth from talking about Disneyland for over a week. That had been followed by horses and more horses and now her daughter was convinced that she wanted to work with horses for the rest of her life.
Every time Sam Potter had to go near them, Ruth was there to do whatever he asked of her. She took his every direction without complaint or whine. In every other moment of her life she was the stereotypical five year old, but not when it came to working with the horses. Not around Sam. She talked his ear off on a myriad of topics and, after a while, Emma gave up trying to hold her daughter back.
It bothered her a little that Jameson hadn't said anything about her finding work at another diner or doing anything else, but he seemed content to just have her there. To be honest, her body seemed content to just be there, and not in the way that he made her content every night. It was if she was finally relaxing and releasing five years worth of stress.
She'd taken over the easy aspects of his house - the cleaning, the cooking and the laundry - and she liked it. She liked seeing him work with his dad and when she thought he wasn't looking, she just watched him.
______
When the invite came, Emma was immediately nervous. She knew full well that Tucker Jones didn't care for her and she worried that Ruth would bother Tucker's girlfriend - FIANCEE - since the woman seemed so much more than what she was.
Nevertheless, when they pulled up, Andy smiled at Tucker and nodded at the table she'd just finished setting. "Be nice. He's your friend, but that's the woman he's chosen to love."