My Ex-Bestfriend

Acceptance

I shut my office door in order to keep this conversation private. 

Christy picks up after one ring, "Sorry! I know you are at work but do you have a minute?"

In this day in age I never call without prior confirmation via text that they aren't busy. Who just randomly calls without warning?! Except its a universal signal that a phone call means its an EMERGENCY or a crisis.

Christy works as a midwife so she is either with a patient or recovering from being with a laboring mom all night. I want to respect her time but today I'm in crisis mode therefore I need my best friend.

"Allie, you never call me what's up?" Her voice is laced with panic.

"Guess who just came in as the fiance of my client?!" I burst out.

She is silent. She knows I haven't been in any serious relationships. Maybe a handful of first to second dates but absolutely no one I felt worthy enough to meet Walt. The silence is deafening and I know she won't ever guess so I beat her to the punch, "Michael James!!!"

She gasps.

"Allie! Oh my gosh. What did you do?! What did you say?!" I can hear the terror in her voice.

Christy is well aware of my history with Michael. I met her when I had to live off campus due to my growing round tummy with Walt. We befriended each other and due to some unfortunate events got close rather quickly. She restored my faith in the job of a best friend. Not to mention  one I will never have to worry about accidentally sleeping with then ghosting me.

"He pretended like he was just a regular client!"

"What?! " She's becoming more shocked at the revelation.

"Well, I mean I chose to not acknowledge him first so he just followed suit. I need this gig for the money so I couldn't out him and his fiance was already pissed at the Charles debacle so he had no choice but to play along. What is he going to tell his prissy bride to be 'hey hun sorry you can't have your dream wedding because I lost my virginity to the wedding coordinator?' No way. He doesn't have it in him to be that transparent." I scoff at the idea.

"Ok but Allie, are you going to be ok doing this? He was a big part of your life plus it's awkward that now you are planning his wedding. That's not going to be....I don't know....weird?" I can feel the concern in her voice.

"It's fine. It's more therapeutic. I can finally have closure on it. I want to get him married off as quickly as possible so I can keep him out of my mind permanently." I say it with an air of finality.

"Ok. Well, keep me posted. I want to know EVERYTHING!"

"I will. I got to get going and put feelers out on any potential cancellations for venues that meet her approval."

I hang up as the tiny ball of anxiety in the pit of my stomach deflates a bit. I can do this. It's two months. I grew a human in 9 months. I can most certainly plan a shotgun wedding of my sort of ex in 2 months.

Before I leave the office I send gift baskets with the finest fruits, chocolates and nuts to venue sites within a 50 mile radius that will remotely fit Savannah's list of demands. I attach a note with my number asking to be called ASAP for any cancellations within the next 2 months. This might not be my chosen career but I am damn good at it.

That's basically all I can do at this point. I'll give this method a week before I get really desperate.

Arranging the gift baskets took my entire day now I have to go pick up Walt from school. There isn't much else I can do but wait for a call.