First Love...Only Love:

Chapter 22

 'Hi darling?'  Twain was pleasantly surprised to hear Macy calling him.

 'Hey,' Macy answered, 'you busy this evening Twain?'

 'Not for you or my son,' she could hear from his tone, he was smiling.

 'I think Parker would be happy if you popped by,' she suggested.

 'Really?'  

She could hear the elation in Twain's tone.
Macy relayed to Twain how Parker was attempting to source information about his father from the internet.

 'I'm sorry about that,' Twain sighed heavily.  'Macy, I do want to be with Parker and you every day, if you will allow it,' he urged.

 Macy heard the longing in his voice.   'Set our wedding date, Twain.'

Twain was silently stunned, he could not believe his ears.  Finally she was in agreement with him.  He wanted to jump up and do a hop, skip and a jump.

 'Twain?'

 'Two weeks from today Macy, will you be ready?'

Macy inhaled.  She will do this, for Parker's sake.  She will marry him, even if he was only going to marry her for their son's sake.

'Yes,' she confirmed.  'Twain ___ I trust fidelity is something you place a high value on?'

She heard him laugh.  'You have my word, Macy.  I will honour my vows to you, as you will to me,' he ordered.

 Of course.  It goes without saying boss! 

'Yes,' she agreed.
Macy could not believe she was discussing nuptials over the telephone with a man who did not love her and she was mad enough to marry him.

'So you will get here soon ___ before Parker falls asleep?' she added belatedly.

 She heard the smile in his voice.  'I'm coming straight from my office.  Is that okay with you? I don't want to waste time going home to shower.'

 You can shower here with me ...

'You'll do,' she laughed.  'See you just now,' she cut the call, before she begged him to sleep over...in her bed.

 'Hey Parker, you still busy with homework?'  Macy walked into her son's bedroom again, with a big smile on her face.

 'Almost finished mum,' he looked at her curiously.  She seemed in a very good mood today.

'I wanted to talk to you,' Macy smiled.  She lifted Parker of his chair sat down, and drew him onto her lap.  She kissed the top of his head.  He smelt fresh of shampoo and soap.

'Twain and I are getting married,' she informed her son.

He smiled brightly 'All right,' Parker slapped a high five with his mother.   'Will Twain stay here with us?'

 Macy shrugged, 'we may move to his home, it's much huger.'

'Will grandma come with us?  I want her to.'

Macy smiled.  'We will ask her. 'Macy suspected her mum would want to give her and Twain the privacy to build their relationship privately.

'Why can't Twain live here, then I can still play with Brooklyn?'

 How could Macy explain about a man's pride and his need to be the provider?  And Twain had a giant-sized ego.  He would feel indebted to Macy and her family and Twain would not feel comfortable being indebted to anybody.  In Macy's practical home, she and Parker shared a bathroom.  Macy had offered her mum the ensuite master bedroom.  Parker's bedroom did not have enough cupboard space.  Each season, Macy had to store away the unseasonal attire that Parker would not make use of.  Macy's bedroom was also tiny, just sufficient for her needs.  How could they accommodate Twain here?  He probably had five wardrobes.