Bumps Along the Way | J. Puckerman (2)

First Sight

We had Blaine and Sam's wedding in just two weeks. Almost everything was ready, except my maid of honor speech. So much has happened, that it just kinda slipped my mind. It was his choice to have it the first week we have off school for summer. 

I've had finals and Kamryn just turned six months old which means a ton of doctor appointments for her. She is only measuring about four months old, so they are debating a feeding tube again.  

I sat down to try and think about when Blaine and Sam first met, it was love at first sight at least for Blaine. I can remember all the times on the couch with Blaine telling me how much he loved the 'straight boy in glee'. 

"Whatcha doing?" Jake asked, walking in the room with Kammie.

I did grabby hands to give them hugs, "Trying to write a maid of honor speech."

"Thank God Artie is the best man. I don't have to deal with a speech," he said, kissing the top of my head. 

"Lucky you."

He sat Kam in her little swing and walked over to me, "Can we talk?"

My heart sank. What is going on? What could he want to talk about? Did something happen that no one can fix? Did he finally after almost three years come to his senses and realize that I am just way too much to handle? 

"Yeah?"

He put his hand on my knee, "It's not a bad thing, silly girl."

I raised my eyebrow at the new nickname. That one is gonna need to go.

"Stop being so cute so I can talk to you," he laughed. "After way too much thought I guess I thought that I should come out to you? I just figured it out a little before Josh came into town and it was so much at once I just didn't tell you and I'm sorry..."

I cut him off wrapping my arms around him and kissing the top of his head, "I'm proud of you. I love you so much, is there something that you wanted to come out as?"

He snuggled deeper into my chest, "I think the same one as Sam, and honestly if it weren't for you, it could be the same one as your brother."

I laughed, "Do you have a crush on my brother?"

"Emily Anderson, you are gross," he laughed, pushing me off him. 

I kissed him softly, "What did you think of me when you first saw me?" I asked.

He raised an eyebrow, "Why are you asking me this?"

I smiled up at him innocently, "I'm working on the speech, right? And I was thinking about when Blaine and Sam first met, so I was wondering what you thought of me when you first saw me."

"Honestly?" He asked, and I nodded. "I thought you were a preppy bitch."

"I- what? Why?"

He put his hands up in defense, "Every guy wanted to get with you and you had straight As and you were in glee club."

"So?" I asked, pretending to be offended.

"Emily, I literally proposed to you and we have a child together. My opinions clearly changed. What did you think when you first saw me?" He asked, putting his hands on his hips. 

I looked him dead in the eyes, "I thought you were a nice person to who people didn't give enough credit. I stood up for you all the time before you even talked to me."

"Oh," he said quietly. 

I smiled, "So there. Point for the Em."

"Point for the future Mrs. Puckerman," he laughed, kissing me on the side of my face then my nose.

He is doing all the things he knows I love just in case I'm actually mad at him. Very smart on his part, and getting a little extra love and all my favorite things definitely aren't the worst. I know what my brain would do if I thought he was mad at me though. It would spin and spiral to the point of me thinking that our whole relationship is a lie and he hates me. It wouldn't be fair to put him through that. 

"I'm not mad at you," I told him, taking his hands.

He pulled me close to his chest and spun me so we were both facing the same way. He wrapped his arms around me and sat his chin on top of my head, "I know, baby girl. I promise." 

"Good," I smiled. "I love you so so much." 

"I love you more than anything," he sang. "I'm gonna go throw some chicken on the grill for dinner so you don't have to stop working."

I kissed him quickly before he went downstairs, "You are a literal saint. We should have mashed potatoes so Kam can have a little snack."

"I keep forgetting that she is old enough to eat real food now. It's kinda sad," he said, making a fake pout. 

I looked over at her sleeping in the bassinet next to us, "It is, but she is always gonna be our strong little girl."

When Jake walked downstairs I opened my computer to try and write my speech again. They know how I feel about their relationship, it is perfect. I feel like the best man and maid of honor speeches are just to prove to the other people at the wedding that you know the couple.

After about an hour, I had a rough outline of what I was going to write. Kam woke up only fifteen minutes into my writing, so she sat on my lap the whole time. Jake came up to tell me that it was time to eat, so Kammie and I followed him downstairs.

She hated her highchair, so I just held her in my lap so she didn't cry. She also hated her car seat and stroller, so I think she either hates feeling trapped or not being with one of her people. Maybe a combination of both. 

I put a little bite of mashed potatoes on my finger and tapped it on her lips. She licked it off, and moved her tongue around her mouth, making the little bite go all over her face. She smiled and opened her mouth again. 

"More?" I asked, signing more with my hands where she could see. "More," I fed her another small bite of potatoes. 

We did this a few more times before she started wiping at her face and crying, "All done," I said, signing all done and using a baby wipe to wipe her face. "All done."

Jake looked over at us, "She's just like me," he laughed. "She needs you to clean her up when she gets all sticky."

"I mean, I wouldn't be surprised if she inherited your sensory processing stuff. She's just like you in every other way."

I rocked Kam a few times, bouncing her until she stopped crying. The few bites of potatoes she ate were not nearly enough to fill her up, so I latched her onto my chest so I could feed her. She ate all happy, unlatching every few minutes to look up at me and smile. If she wasn't so cute, I would get annoyed really quickly. 

Luckily for her, she's just like her daddy and can get away with almost anything if she smiles my favorite smile.