The week dragged on after the pregnancy scare. Victor was really disappointed. I really wasn’t so it was difficult for me to know where he was coming from. That’s probably why we didn’t talk much.
My garden was coming along really well and I was grateful for that. It gave me something else to deal with instead of Victor. I was weeding the garden when Victor called me upstairs. If he has another stupid love charm to throw at me I am gonna turn him into a frog.
“Liddy…look. You have a hundred or more years ahead of you. I get that you don’t want to get married yet. I understand why you don’t want to have kids. But…well Liddy I am going to die 50, 60, maybe even 70 years before you. And damnit I want to marry you. I want to have kids with you. I’m not going to live as long as you. I want to do this now. With you.”
“Victor…you knew how I felt all those years ago. Why now? Why me? Why? Ok…well I will play you for it. Rock, paper, scissors. Best two out of three. Winner take all. You win, you propose. I win, we wait.”
I know Victor better than I know myself. I can’t believe he agreed to this…it’s a bet he can’t win.
“Lydia Catherine Aglovale…will you FINALLY be my wife?”
“Oh get up, Vic…of course I will marry you. How the hell did you win that? I knew what you were going to do.”
“I know you did, which is how I won. Liddy…I know you better than you know yourself. Just like you know me better than anyone. How could I not win when the stakes were so high. Lydia…you don’t have to marry me if you don’t want…are you sure this is what you really want to do?”
“Oh, Victor! Of course I want to marry you. I’ve never wanted anything more!”