73 Memories

The Thirty-Eighth Memory

During our last classes for the semester, our professors handed us our report cards, and when I told you to meet up with me at my dorm so we could look at them together, I was petrified that I had gotten horrible grades. So I rushed to my dorm building, hoping you were already there so I could rip the envelope open and see what kind of grades I'd gotten in all my classes.

But when I got up to my room, you weren't there so I started heading inside, until I heard you call my name.

A smile immediately made its way to my face, and I turned to see you rushing towards me with your grade card in hand. "I had to run, my last class is so far from here," you panted, and I did my best not to laugh.

"We have water in the fridge."

You gave me a thumbs up and went inside the room as I held the door open for you to go through. You went straight to the fridge and pulled a bottle out, breaking the seal and draining the contents.

You wiped your mouth when you finished and chucked the bottle in the trash can.

"Cute," I snorted sarcastically.

You smiled. "It doesn't have to be cute if you already love me."

I rolled my eyes, but the smile on my face showed I wasn't actually annoyed. "I swear if you turn into an absolute slob who treats me like trash when we're married, I'll literally suffocate you in your sleep."

You ignored the threat. "I won't be a slob, I promise."

"Good. I'd divorce you faster than you could blink."

"I'm just glad you want to marry me," you smiled proudly.

I couldn't help grinning back. It was adorable how you happy you got over that fact that I used the word "married" while referring to us. "You promised me," I reminded you, sticking my right hand up to show the ring you gave me.

"I intend to keep that promise, too."

After we looked at our grades and shouted happily because we hadn't flunked out of college, we watched a movie on my laptop, but only got about halfway through until you paused the movie. "I have to ask you something."

I raised an eyebrow, turning to look at you. "Continue."

You ran a hand through your hair before you spoke again. "My mom wants you and me to go to Portland for Christmas."

"Okay. Why is this such a big deal? Of course, we'll go."

You smiled softly. "Well, with your dad living across the street-" I cut you off.

"My father does not want to be involved in my life, so we'll go about our business like he's just the frumpy man next door."

You smiled awkwardly, and I knew there was more to the story.

"What's the other thing?"

You sighed, glancing away from my face before returning your gaze to my eyes. "She doesn't know about the miscarriage, and I don't know if you want to tell her or not."

I stayed silent, not even thinking about the fact that she didn't know. It was a good thing he had, though, because if we didn't straight out tell her, and it slipped out, we'd be buried in the cemetery the next day. "Of course we'll tell her. She's your mom, and I think she deserves to know."

You nodded, seeming relieved that I felt that way, and I knew that you had secretly wanted me to say exactly what I did. "Sounds good to me," you said nonchalantly, and I smiled, shaking my head before pressing the spacebar so we could return our attention to the movie.

Your mom cried a little when we told her, but she was also proud that we did come forward.

And I didn't see my didn't see my father once those three weeks, and to be honest, I wasn't upset at all.

That was the best Christmas of my life. 

I know! Can you believe I've only updated once today! I usually update at least three times, but I've been a little busy today. 

Also, I don't know if I'll post tomorrow. I'll be out of the house all day, cleaning up at my Great Grandpa's old house so we can try to get it sold. But I'll try and upload, even though it will probably be a midnight update if I do. (I'm saying it like this is something new. Of course I'll update at midnight, when I'm supposed to be sleeping.)

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