Still Undecided

Reminisce

Arianne's POV: I had just turned 30 a few days ago and my husband had planned a night out for us. Just the two of us. Things had been kind of crazy for us since I had given birth to our first child, Stephen, six months ago. My husband had insisted on naming our child Stephen after some stupid fantasy of a pet Koala named Steve that he had joked about having while on American Idol. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, my husband is Mackenzie. Mackenzie Bourg. We had met a few years ago at one of Avalon's Idol Reunion parties. For me it was love at first sight. For him, it was probably anything but. You see, I didn't drink much, and because of that, when I did drink, it didn't take any time for me to get completely wasted. I still remember everything like it was yesterday. Even if I don't want to. I had just finished my fourth drink, or maybe fourteenth, I don't remember, when I saw him. His beautiful brown hair, his chiseled skin, he looked even cuter in person than the guy I had seen on tv. And that guy was pretty damn cute. I made my way over to him to introduce myself and the moment I opened my mouth to speak, I vomited on him instead. Lovely first impression. Most guys would run away in disgust and never looked back but Mackenzie was different. "You okay? Let's get you some water.", he said, not even paying any attention to the fact that I had just ruined his shoes with whatever had been in my stomach mere hours ago. He took my hand and led me to the kitchen where he grabbed a glass out of the cupboard and filled it with water. "Sip slowly", he instructed, like he had dealt with drunk girls before. He was Mackenzie Bourg after all, I'm sure he had dealt with drunk girls, slutty girls, annoying girls, and any other kind of girls that exist in this world. "It's happening again", I told him as I ran to the nearest bathroom. He followed me into the bathroom as I sat down, facing the toilet and hovered my head over the bowl. I was vomiting again. Mackenzie held my hair back with one hand and rubbed my back with the other. "It's gonna be okay", he assured me. We stayed in that bathroom the rest of the night, just talking and getting to know each other. He told me his hopes, his dreams, his fears, his goals. I don't know if he knew it or not, but somehow, on that night, I knew he was the one.