Suddenly *Not So* Single Journey

Night of the red-headed vegan…

Author: thenicknick

Well, after months of trying to organize it…Rachel’s boyfriend finally came over.  Yes, there was another ginger in The Bubble.  In fact…more specifically…there was even another ginger in the castle.

The plan was simple.  I was to pick them up from school on my way home.  From there, I was to go home, feed them, and head off to a movie.  Right.

Well, I picked the kids up.  And I pretty much told Justin that I hoped he was more fun than the last boy I drove home.  (And HE had already mentioned that he hoped Justin was made of tougher stuff than the last boy Rachel brought home.)  Justin’s response?

Justin: Don’t worry.  I’ve got this.

I love his confidence.  And I really like him.  He and Rachel have been friends for two years.  During that time, he dated numerous other girls.  NUMEROUS.  And during that time, he and Rachel spoke with such frequency and texted so continually that I had to question how much attention the actual girlfriend could be getting.  Luckily, he came to his senses and decided to date her.

Her backup plan was to take him to Vegas when they hit 21, get him drunk, and marry him.  Yup.  I’m raising her right.  She even had the wedding night all planned out.  Of course, her doctor put the kibosh on some of that by telling her there would be no more bubble baths, even in a bathing suit.  (And she expected me to believe there would be a bathing suit.  I love that she loves me enough to try to comfort me with G-rated talk.  Ahhh.)

So, we made it home and it took forever to get them in the house.  She had to show him the gate and the babbit and the garage wall.  And then we walked in and realized that HE was in the back yard with Keenan and Bishop.

Grr. And I was really hoping that Bishop would be there to greet us and…okay…frighten him…just a little.  Teenage boys should always have some fear of reprisal when in their girlfriend’s home.  And Justin was having some difficulty grasping the true size of our puppy-cow.

Justin: My aunt has a Weimaraner.

We chuckled.  Yeah.  That’s the same.

Well, then Rachel brought him to her room to drop their bags.  I immediately saw my chance.  I opened the patio door and beckoned Bishop.

me: Bishop!  There’s a boy in Rachel’s room!

He happily jogged into Rachel’s room.  Imagine my disappointment when he didn’t even hesitate to lick and kiss Justin.  Dammit.  I moped off to talk to HIM.

me: He’s clearly too socialized.  You ruined this dog.

HIM: Do you want to feel better?

me: Yeah.

HIM: Justin, go punch Nicki.

Justin didn’t even hesitate.  He marched over and pretended to hit me.  Bishop bounded over, pushed his way in between us, and moved to intercept Justin’s hands.  I smiled.

HIM: There.  Feel better now?

me: Uh huh.

Soon we were all in the house playing keep away with Bishop.  We have three of his beloved cows.  Yes, three.  You can never have too many cows.  (Especially the way he goes through them…)  So there were three cows flying around the living room and one puppy-cow jumping happily all over the place.

Rachel and I each took a cow to the eyeball.  When HE hit me in the eyeball, he came over and hugged and loved on me.  Awww.  When Justin hit her in the eyeball, he hit her a few more times.  He wasn’t going to be all snuggly in front of her mother and her mother’s fiance.  Smart boy.

We didn’t go to the movie.  Instead we opted to go one of my favorite places.  Yup.  I took the kids to my playground.  They ran around and played.  Justin pushed Rachel on a swing.  And later, I caught them sitting together on a bench.  It was sweet.  They didn’t even seem too bothered when I did that annoying mother thing and recorded the moment for posterity.

He’s coming back.  And he’s agreed to participate in her birthday.  That it’s a surprise and is driving Rachel CRAZY.  And that it’s driving Rachel crazy really makes me happy.  Mwah ha ha.

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