a day in the life of Adele

Chapter 32

Two weeks.

Only fourteen days until Simon was no longer my boyfriend.

It was becoming bittersweet.

I couldn't be happier to finally get to call him my husband and to be married. But at the same time, I was going to miss the flippancy of being boyfriend and girlfriend and not husband and wife.

Whenever I would start to get sad because of it, I would call myself an emotional idiot and look at Simon. How could I be sad if I was marrying the absolute love of my life?

When the emotions faded away, they were replaced with anxiety. As the day came closer and closer, I was getting more and more nervous.

"I'm honestly just waiting for something to go wrong." I tell Simon that afternoon as I rearrange the pillows on the couch.

"So what if it does? We'll have each other and that's all that matters."

I sit down next to him with my arms across my chest. Feeling his stare, I turn my head to look up at him.

"Adele, tell me one thing that could go wrong."

I end up exploding.

"One thing? One thing, Simon? Try 100. Where do you want me to start? Why aren't you nervous? You should be nervous. If we're not nervous something will go wrong! They're going to mess up the day, we'll show up and another wedding will be there. The cake will collapse on its way there. The photographer's going to get the flu. Something is bound to go wrong!!!"

Simon just stares.

"WHY AREN'T YOU NERVOUS?" I yell.

He takes a deep breath. "Adele."

"WHAT!" I can feel my hands getting sweaty.

"Nothing is going to go wrong."

I feel defeated instead of relaxed.

"Simon, yes it will." I feel my eyes well up with tears.

He puts his arm around me and whispers, "I promise you, everything is going to be fine."

Why was I being so emotional and moody?

I take a deep breath and wipe my tears away. "I'm sorry I yelled at you, I didn't me-"

He interrupts me, pressing his lips to mine as if to say "I forgive you."

He pulls away, grabbing the remote and flipping through channels.

"Are you alright now?" He asks with a gentle tone.

"Yes. I just needed to yell at someone and you were the closest victim."

"It's alright, that's one of the many reasons why I'm here."

I smile at him and get up. "I'm going to check on Angelo." 

As I walk up the stairs, I begin to get concerned. It was completely silent, which was uncharacteristic of Angelo. I usually heard toy cars being slammed into each other.

"Angelo?" I say as I reach the top of the stairs.

I hear little footsteps run.

I suddenly see a wet spot on the carpet near the bathroom door.

Worried about what I'm going to find, I hesitantly open the door and turn on the light.

Toy boats are floating in an overflowing sink. The entire floor is covered in water and the counter has become a waterfall.

The only thing I can do is laugh.

Angelo creaks open his door and quietly says, "Mummy?"

"Angelo, what did you do?"

He comes running in with an excited expression on his face.

"Did you know if you press this thing the water stays in?" He says as if he's just discovered the greatest invention.

"Really? I never knew that!" I found it funny that he didn't understand the mess he had made.

I pick him and up and kiss his cheek. "Oh, peanut, what am I going to do with you?"

He giggles and squirms out of my arms.

I gather a bunch of towels and get to work. Simon knocks on the wall and says, "Need some help?"

"That would be nice."

He laughs and we clean up the water together.

Angelo just runs back and forth from his playroom to the bathroom in amusement.

There was no other man I would want to marry and no other child I would want to call mine.